Life is a battlefield,
and I have battlescars to prove it.
I still believe in fairytales and Prince Charming,
but I don't believe it's as easy as happy endings.
I believe in miracles,
but I don't believe in magic except Criss Angel's.
I still believe in love and trust,
but I've grown enough to not believe in pixie dust.
I still have faith in life,
but that doesn't mean I've never come undone from time to time.
I was naive and had been victimized by a vicious liar,
and somehow it was my pants she set on fire,
and I would never sell my life for hire.
I'm more careful about being nice to strangers because I've learned a lesson that will last,
when a fucking bitch decid
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