We are the pretty mess.
Twirling,
vomiting,
guile,
we pretend to be sane.
Join us if you dare.
We have pink first place ribbons,
and a lifetime of bruised egos.
Join us if you're willing.
Your soul will be covered in tar.
Love us if you can.
For we are the fearless warriors.
The bold and the broken.
A glittery goo of gaga and pugnacity.
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