A Bee's wings of reality

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I dance around my room, brown hair swinging wildly, as I twirl around each loop, dancing to this song I know you would never like. This dance and song would fill you with utter distaste but, I would continue on with my joy as it fills you up with rage to see my being exactly who I am. How can you hate a song I love but love me and hate the things I love? Your distaste for the song is only a facade, it's really about my joy. You hate that I feel happy without you.

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Chapter Three - Page Twenty- One 

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