The little girl
Grew up to be
A little strange
Hungry for change
And for new places to see
The little girl drew her own maps
Wrote her own books
Created her own reality
The little girl hated their sanity
And the boredom it brought
She often thought
If it has been done before
No need to do once more
And so she carved a brand new world
Stranger Paths 
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