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Beauty's Where You Find It; Not Just Where You Bump And Grind It.

My Idea Of The Perfect Man Would Be Someone Intelligent And Clever Enough, But Also Kind And Compassionate Enough To Stand Up To Me - To Stand Up To Me With Compassion.

I Don't Care If You Hate Me Or Love Me, As Long As I Make You Think.

I Think Lines Are Meant To Be Crossed Anyways. The Entire Time I Was Singing On The Cross, There's Numbers Flipping Over My Head. You Know, Starting At One And Going Up To 12 Million.

This Will Be A Revolution Of Inquiring Further, Of Not Worrying About Winning Other People's Approval, Of Not Wishing You Were Someone Else But Perfectly Content To Be Who You Are. Someone Unique, And Rare, And Fearless. I Want To Start A Revolution Of Love.