I have fought long and hard, for many lost years. Opportunities afforded to me previously, taken from me forever. I became a survivor of the dark situation my soul has been put to task. My body physically afflicted with many injuries, the pain of which, I endure moment to moment. Comrades, I have only a few. Loyal friends, who cared and did not want to watch me die, did not abandon me. The ones that left, not taking time to understand and writing sullied songs for a sad piece of work, I am better without. Except the one angel who was my truest heart. Her soul, against it’s natural will, took flight to a place I cannot find on this planet. The moon shines down through the tall Spanish moss-laden trees. The owls are singing into the night. Opv! Wild and free! How I will soon be! When I stop traversing the mad, unreal, civilized world. Let the ones who blindly judged me, vanish from my thoughts. Like mist through these ceremonial woods.
– The Peppermint Unicorn
The Peppermint Unicorn 
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