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There once was an egg left all alone, whose shell was slightly a different tone. Despite it’s color, a duck became its mother.   Weeks fluttered by until one day, babies came out to play.
Oh me oh my, how do I begin Well, when once I was of a ruling kind, following in the footsteps of my kin But brother dear never saw things my way, all of my ideas were of sin
Once upon a time… there was a lean, keen machine who identified as Dr. Facilier.  At the age of 5, Dr. Facilier was abandoned and left in a dark, gloomy forest on the outskirts of Louisiana.
I'm really not a good person, Not a good will kinda gal. Around the masses my attitude tends to worsen, But I still make a good pal.     Maybe I'm dark and sarcastic, Perhaps I'm too quiet or loud?
I am the villian of my own choices and there is no one to blame
Whence comes the frightful night That e’er travels in such rude delight And wherefore does it cause strife Cutting hearts like brutal knife
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