I conform to non-conformity. I am myself because everyone else is taken. I am a paradox wrapped in an oxymoron smothered in contradictions in terms. I am who I am and say what I feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.
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Tell your mama happy birthday for me! :) Your hair was so long in that pic little miss pretty!
"I'm thirty-seven! I'm not old!"
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