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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Allow me to introduce myself, I am the Lion that is cowardly. A puss in boots of the sorts, crippled with anxiety. At this very moment I am feeling sublime. For I am laying face-up in a poppy field, stoned out of my mind. The fog is starting to clear, its all coming back to me now. What was I thinking? What, when, why, how!? It all started when I met a girl named Dorothy and her dog Toto, accompanied by a tin guy with no heart and a brain dead scarecrow. She said that some wizard who resides in Oz can put some courage in me. All I needed to do was to follow them to the Emerald City. Some may call it a lack of better judgement, but I followed her lead. Skipping down a yellow brick road toward my destiny. I immediately regretted it, but I was too scared to go back. So I kept on following her regardless of my anxiety attack. Now it could just be me... but all things terrifying seem to follow Dorothy. She is being stalked by a witch, traveling on a broom by air. Her companions are flying demon monkeys, out of my worst nightmare. I think that Dorothy may also be insane. She keeps blabbering about a place called Kansas again and again. I'm almost certain this place does not exist, she is talking crazy. Maybe she should ask the wizard for a pill that will cure her insanity. I think I'll just lie here in the poppies, pretending to be high. Maybe they'll leave me here, I can only hope they pass me by. Ill go back to my forest, back to my cowardly ways. Back to being scared of my shadow, back to better days.
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