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Another little somethin something...
The Perfect Weather
The thunder, the lightning, tapping at my window.
It begs me to come on out and play.
So I could step into rains' puddle.
And then for lightning, to shock me back into reality.
They say that reality, is as fake as it could be.
But I thought the real life, was like Barbie.
Girls' waistlines a perfect four, their bossoms real.
Oh, not to mention the perfect love between Ken and Barbie!
Always preppy, don't know anything but perky.
But what about the misfits? The outcasts?
They were made for eachother too...Right?
Will they ever be happy? Or die alone, a misfit?
So in this world of Ken and Barbie, I got one god-damn question!
Where is Skipper? And the children?
I think if its just Ken and Barbie, this world wasn't intended for us kids.
Don't tell me, to keep to myself, don't tell me I don't belong, don't tell me I'm just a kid.
I'll tell you, from one misfit to the rest, were not perfect, so why should they be?
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very deep..i mean verrryyy deep i wish i could wite like that