the moor's last sigh.
Thursday, 17 March 2011
sometimes i think my dad's idea of a perfect daughter is a
robot.
or a
dog.
(i am more like a cat-)
of which i am neither and rebelliously refuse to be.
too bad for his misfortune,
and yay for mine.
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