I must have been four when I realised my mother was a bit off. Eight when I saw the same in my father.
Age can make the glitter fade.
I've had it, I'm over it.
I'm gone, babe, gone.
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The Diary of a Girl on Edge in the City of Fabulousness...
The Diary of a Girl on Edge in the City of Fabulousness...
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