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A tight, heavy thing becomes known inside.Who knows if it's new or only just discovered?I wonder if I'm just trying to hidewho I am behind a facade, coveredso well I'm not aware I'm doing it.
My dear's a deer what a novel idear having a deer not a dear makes me a bit queer but what's really quite queer
As a kid when asked What I wanted to be I always said a witch. I still look back on my little self And Laugh. It's still true, Of course. I Love magic
I am not broken Because I need things to be just right, Because I worry about the little things, Because my fears are unrealistic. I am not broken, you just don’t understand. I am not broken