You couldn’t say a thing in front of me, but you could talk badly about me behind my back. Hello? It seems like the first time you've seen a girl like me. Why do you judge me? Are you afraid of me, perhaps?
On the outside, I’m a Bad Girl.
On the inside, I’m a Good Girl.
You don’t even know me well, you only look at me from the outside.
I find your gaze to be funny because you see me as a pitiful girl.
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