I'm not the most perfect girl, in this univerese, i have my sad moments, to where i lose all calmness, i say i'm pure ugly, others say i am an angel who fell down to them, maybe sweet and completely rare, to find in this world, so when you have me, don't let me slip, or you shall feel my eternal hate, my beauty is what kills the, i don't mean to bring harm, just trust me, i'll show you love, as long as you'd be there to catch me, the night is when i stay up, looking into the pitch dark sky, crying to God, why can't someone just love me, behind all these darkness, lies a sweet precious girl, don't judge me, till you get to know the real Julietta that hides away, i'm like a princess in a tower trapped by the evil, i need a hero, i maybe a little hard to figure out, but im like a puzzle, so don't give up on me, i need your help.
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Julietta Isla, wonderful