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November 7, 2009
It's a lie, of course. My hair isn't died in many colours. I'm not even *that* free.

There once lived a man and he had two daughters. One always did as he said, was a obedient and quiet. The other, however, was wild and rebellious. She wouldn't obey him in any way, or act responsibly.
In the end, it was because he loved her too much. Not all love is kind, not all love helps us grow. Some kinds of love just turn us into sad, hungry monsters.
Maybe I'm familiar with too many silly videogames.