Poor little princess, fell out her crib, poor little thing, she was so sick.
Mommy and daddy, didn't really care, eaten by maggots, just not fair.
личинки могут съесть все, что прогнило в вашей душе.(may the maggots eat all that is rotten in your soul).
Imagine the sound of insects crawling everywhere, imagine them everywhere on your body. Under your skin, in your hair. You can't brush them off, you can't move. "Why? WHY?!?!" screaming all she could Alysa would never be heard. Deep in the ground, she was buried.
Left to rot like royalty should.
Hey, yeah I don't know if ^^^^ this story will do any good. Any tips for it or should I do something entirely different? Let me hear !