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Na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na.
Na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na.
Na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na.
Na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na.
Na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na.
Na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na.
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“But maybe all the days that cut so deep … and maybe all the pain that no one sees? They’re all my scars, my GOOD luck to keep … and you can’t take that from me!”
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Up until a certain point, I really had “spent all my life wondering why the bad luck always came so easy”, ever so painfully aware that the worst things in life really did appear to be free. Then one day I opened my eyes, stood back up, picked up my bloodied sword and scratched, dented, and exquisite tiara off the ground, and walked out of the ashes like the risen QUEEN I have become!
So much love to my son, Christian, and his WIFE, my beautiful daughter-in-law, Alexandra! Cheers to the beginning of an extraordinary new BLOOM on both our family trees!
(“With Love From Italy!)
As LUCK would have it, all those days that cut so deep and pain that no one sees? They’re all MY scars and GOOD luck to keep, and no one can ever take them from me! They’re out loud and living proof through my children that we’re all still alive and well here to talk, laugh, cry, support one another, and sometimes even rage about our former lives in the once ass-backwards and crumbling “empire” that was laid out before us all in this shit show of a “family”. The pain was our lesson to learn and let go so we can make new paths of our own, one bold step at a time. Pray God!
The Diary Of My Perfection 