There was one girl You wouldn't really called her tipical. She shad her own style, her own rules, for her life was just one big game.
She was never afraid, she laughed at the pain, she was strong, nothing could brake her. On her faided face, she always wore one big, sincere, glowing smile. She was pure happiness.
Love wasn't really her style, when she was left, she smiled. When the days were gray, she wore rainbow chlotes, she was a bright spot in universe
She's gone now
She was killed, brutally But she was still here, present. She was here with her body, but not with her soul. She was dead inside.
She met