Dream core (but in a whole day)

You were a very pretty and beautiful girl, everyone considered you the most beautiful girl in the world in your city of New York but you yourself almost did not like to receive too many compliments because you are afraid that this admiration would become an obsession, a day like such can be a Tuesday you woke up in a pink and white room and very elegantly done, it gave you the creeps that it was a hall of those palaces of relles, you began to walk around the place going up and down stairs there and seeing glass and stone ceilings, open and closed windows until you saw yourself in a mirror and you said to yourself

{{user}} : who am I? ... where am I? ... why can beauty hurt so much? ...

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