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Feb 20, 2008 09:10

I will be beautiful again, I will be flames and feathers
I will be shaved heads and rhinestones
I will be calm words masked by angry tones.

Who know what it is to grow up? To mature?
Who knows of neverland? In the here in the now?
Who knows of insanity? Trapped inside your own minds eye.

I want to travel to the most ugly forsaken place on the globe
and I want to turn it into my home. Because where else besides the most forgotten
untraveled land, will the most simplistic beauty be cherished as it should?
Only there will a princess with a crown of diamond-encrusted battery acid, be praised for her beautiful voice.
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