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Date: June 12, 2016Author: elizann 0 Comments

OMG A SURVEY HORRAY!!!
if you have the attention span of a 5 year old boy with ADD this survey is for you! If you like hot girls who are a total mess this survey is REALLY for you and if you have always wanted to tell the world who you think is the most scientifically proven train wreck since Paula Abdul left America’s Next Manufactured Pop Star.. this survey is going to be the best thing that ever happened to you.

Not only that but taking this survey is proven to increase your IQ AND your productivity by 20% and yOUR opinion makes all the difference in the world! Without you, these survey results might as well sit in the place where you put your junk mail to get recycled, but never get around to it so you end up with a giant pile of useless paper in your house that you don’t have the heart to throw out because you are against wasting trees.
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I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer - not a very popular one, I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is. When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me why - but there's no use in talking to people who have home. They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head. I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean... And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying... Because I was born to be the other woman. Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.