Loving Fake and Wanting Fake
The princes of visual and novel worlds are lies
And so are the ones that are seen
They're much too perfect and much too flawed
And also way too pristine
I'd like to become one of those creatures
The ones that are longed to exist
From princes to wizards to kings and teachers
And a thousand others on my list
So WHY WHY WHY do I want it so
The people that are doted after oh
So why do I prance on like a shot dead doe
Along like this I could never go
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