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Hello! I'm Bps2, an official accessory creator for Brickplanet. I have a total of 600+ group members and 200+ clothing/models sales. Thank you for checking my page!
Worked and working on many important projects for Brickplanet👀
Worked and working on many important projects for Brickplanet👀
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Oh, desperate hunter, chasing delight,
grasping at shadows that fade in the night.
You dress up in charm, but it's all just a trick,
a hollow mirage, a game played too quick.
You count your triumphs, yet none know your name,
a king of illusions, a pawn in the game.
You claim to be wanted, admired, adored,
but love isn’t bought, and you can't afford.
Fleeting embrace, but your soul stays cold,
a castle of sand that can never hold.
When beauty has faded and whispers grow dim,
you'll drown in the silence—no one calls him.
So revel in vanity, bask in your pride,
but when dust takes your throne, there's nowhere to hide.
grasping at shadows that fade in the night.
You dress up in charm, but it's all just a trick,
a hollow mirage, a game played too quick.
You count your triumphs, yet none know your name,
a king of illusions, a pawn in the game.
You claim to be wanted, admired, adored,
but love isn’t bought, and you can't afford.
Fleeting embrace, but your soul stays cold,
a castle of sand that can never hold.
When beauty has faded and whispers grow dim,
you'll drown in the silence—no one calls him.
So revel in vanity, bask in your pride,
but when dust takes your throne, there's nowhere to hide.
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Oh lussurioso, patetico clown,
brami corpi, ma resti un buffone in town.
Strisci come un cane dietro ogni ombra,
ma resti un verme che nessuno ricorda.
Ti credi un re, ma sei solo un vizio,
un burattino con l'ego in supplizio.
La classe? Un mito, il rispetto? Un'idea,
sei solo un'ombra che nessuno brama.
Vivi di piaceri, ma il vuoto ti inghiotte,
sei un fantoccio che il tempo si fotte.
Alla fine, nessuno ti piange, né chiama,
resti il nulla che pensavi di amare.
brami corpi, ma resti un buffone in town.
Strisci come un cane dietro ogni ombra,
ma resti un verme che nessuno ricorda.
Ti credi un re, ma sei solo un vizio,
un burattino con l'ego in supplizio.
La classe? Un mito, il rispetto? Un'idea,
sei solo un'ombra che nessuno brama.
Vivi di piaceri, ma il vuoto ti inghiotte,
sei un fantoccio che il tempo si fotte.
Alla fine, nessuno ti piange, né chiama,
resti il nulla che pensavi di amare.
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