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She believes that reworking
according to their views
is blossoming herself.

This maturity is an eerie veil,
behind which hides the deception.

It is hence not the grooming
of her persona,
rather a cruelty upon it.

Sadly, she’ll lose herself!


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GREG RAKOZY MARIA TENEVA

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