IF NOT FOR FLAWS WE WOULD NOT BE PERFECT...
FOR DEFECTS REFLECT BEAUTIFUL POISON THAT ARROUSES OUR POWERS...
INVALID WE WOULD RUN ABOUT BUMPING INTO ONE ANOTHER LIKE METAL BALLS IN A PINPALL MACHINE WITHOUT GAME OVER,
GIVE ME IMPERFECTION FOR I LONG FOR THOSE WHO ARE NOT SIMPLE, THOSE WHO SMELL CLEAN TERRIFY ME,
GIVE ME WEIRD, FUNKY, TAINTED FOR IN THEM BRILLIANCE I SEE, GIVE ME LONERS WHO STARE AT THE SHINY PEOPLE IN AMAZEMENT... I WANT FIRE NOT OXYGEN,
LET ME SEE YOU, FEEL YOU, AND SMELL YOU WHILE I SUFFOCATE WITH A CROOKED SMILE ON MY WICKED FACE...
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