TURNO → Kitty

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<div align="left"><div style="text-align:center;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color:#000;line-height:11px;width:500px;background-color:#fff;padding:5px;border:2px solid #540707;margin-top:-65px;margin-left:10px;">aka <b style="color:#AB0000;">kitty ✦</b> vinte e sete anos, clã tatsumi, contrabando <b style="color:#AB0000;">✦</b> drifiting e velocista <br><i>feelin’ like a sinner <b style="color:#AB0000;">it's so fire, with him I go</b>. he said: you look crazy! thank you, baby</i> </div>
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      Look at me, you may think you see who I really am, but you'll never know me. Every day it's as if i play a part. Now i see, if i wear a mask i can fool the world, but i cannot fool my heart. ──── <b style="color:#CD0000;">Who is that girl i see staring straight back at me?</b> ──── When will my reflection show who I am inside? I am now in a world where i have to hide my heart and what I believe in, but somehow i will show the world what's inside my heart and be loved for who i am. Who is that girl i see staring straight back at me? ──── <b style="color:#CD0000;">Why is my reflection someone I don't know?</b> ──── Must i pretend that i'm someone else for all time? When will my reflection show who i am inside? There's a heart that must be free to fly, that burns with a need to know the reason why... Why must we all conceal. What we think, how we feel? Must there be a secret me i'm forced to hide? I won't pretend that i'm someone else for all time. ──── <b style="color:#CD0000;">When will my reflection show who i am inside?</b> ──── When will my reflection show... Who i am inside? (PS: o tamanho do banner é de 700x96).
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