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I got this poem from from pansy......

i love it.... it makes so much sence

im gonna live my life off this poem.............




"You can do anything you want. You don`t believe me. You think, she`s out of her head. Yeah, I`m out of my head - on being me. What are you on? on being them. You don`t even know. I bet you were never even given a chance to know. Remember when you were little and they used to say "naughty girl, naughty boy, " because you broke something or said the wrong thing? They told you, "you are a bad person”. But it wasn`t like that, it was just you were doing a bad thing. It wasn`t you who was bad. You`re beautiful. You`re wonderful and everything that you can do is wonderful because it`s you doing it. You`re that strong. You can do it bad and know it`s bad or you can do it good and know it`s good but it doesn`t do anything to you. You`re still you. Listen, you can be anything you want to be. Be careful, listen to the words. You can be anything, you can do anything, you can be anything, you can do anything. You are anything... everyone, anyone. Whatever you want, I`m showing you. So long as you stay yourself inside, you can eat dirt and it`ll taste good because it`s you that`s eating it. You can even lick their asses if you have to. You listen to them, teachers, parents, politicians. They`re always saying if you steal you`re a thief if you sleep around you`re a slut, if you take drugs you`re a junkie. They want to get inside your head and control you with their fear. Maybe you think your mom and dad love you but if you do the wrong things they`ll try and turn you into dirt, just like mine tried to turn me into dirt. It`s your punishment for being you. Don`t play their game. Nothing can touch you; you stay beautiful. I`ve done everything. All of it. You think it, i`ve done it. All the things you never dare, and all the things you dream about, all the things you were curious about and then forgot because you knew you never would. I did `em, I did `em yesterday while you were still in bed. What about you? When`s it gonna be your turn? "

What's the point of this?

That's...that's something. :( I love it.

That's good. Thanks to that poem I feel I now have the right to go out and kill someone, question is, who?