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My name\'s Vicki. I am 16 and am a cynic. Basically. I have many flaws, and it took one person to point out some of the good stuff. And you know who you are, and I owe you everything. And when you read these poems, smile, because, yes, some of them refer to you, but some of them don\'t have fun with that. And despite everything, I really do love you. Really really. Be my friend forever. And I am saying this when I am stone-cold sober. We should do this more often.
One person's heaven, is another person's hell. One person's sin, is another's pilgrammage. And so, we should always try to view the world over the other side of the fence, whether it be greener or not. Because there is not one person on this earth who doesn't deserve a chance.
Although the story is about us, we are not the author, and like puppets on a stage, we may never know the puppet master, merely gaze upon his shadow as we are dazzled by the spotlight which falls on us when it is our turn to shine. And it is
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