0 My Core
I have a million skins.
When someone aprocaches me,
I tear off each layer as if an onion,
to reach the one that will make them like me,
But unlike an onion,
my layers are neverending and regenerating,
The core, so small, so lost beneath the many layers,
no longer comes out.
it remains hidden,
afraid of the world,
afraid to get hurt.
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Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
-- Power-
Rangliste 
-- Power-
Stein