Hmm, now, see the black cloud up ahead,
That's me.
Hmm, and this poison ivy chokes the tree,
Tgain it's me.
I'm the filthy one on Bourbon Street,
You walk on by.
I'm the little boy that pushes,
Pushes, makes him cry.
Yeah, look it's me!
The one who can't be free.
Much too young to focus,
But too old to see.
Hey, look it's me!
What no one wants to see,
See what you brought this world,
Just what you want to see...
Hey ma, hey ma, look it's me!
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There was an odd glitch that occurred last night, creating a fawn with Paavo's picto. I decided to take advantage of the situation and snap a picture of "fawn Paavo" next to "adult Paavo".
Ah how quickly time flies by...It seems like it was only the other day that Paavo was a sweet, innocent little fawn who feared rejection. Now he's turned into a healthy young stag who's lost his way and has started to pick fights. I bet Sebastian and Cecilia never saw
that coming.
