Deep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often funny, but somehow her personality always got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing, or, more often, nothing at all.
“Ses articles, ses photos, son profil, sa trombine,
Son verbe, sa glose, ses frasques, son public en raffole.
Il est kiffé en masse et son compteur s'affole :
A chaque nouvel impact il se lèche les babines.”