chooselife!
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My life is held by an elegant thread. No matter the tension placed upon it, never by thine own hand, the thread continues to hold.
Ditch the ground rules,
A bounty of no regrets;
Desires fulfilled against the ethics,
Weaving the art of manipulation.
Mind games to consider realism
As a slash to the crossroads.
I am now a young woman, I have grown out of my princess heels. I left my tiara in the dirt, and traded it in for a shield. I'm sorry daddy, I told you I loved you above all, but I didn't expect that boy to trip me, I didn't expect to fall.
