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Saturday, June 25, 2011

The death of the yellow rose

Yes, I heard you. I always pretend not to listen, but that's just my facade.
Hi there.

No, I'm not the posterchild for your mistakes. I'm not your scapegoat. I won't take the blame. I'm not like you. I love you, but I'm not moulding myself in your image. I'm better than that. I'm better than you.

Don't ever try to steal my ruby slippers again, bitch.

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