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Wannabe rockstar — Sat, 26 Mar 2016 20:35:52 GMT

fixing minor typos

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-	The sunlight breaks thought the silken curtains slowly and travels up to your bed, waking you up. Your big, blue eyes open slowly. The sun shines on your long, silken, gold hair. Making it glisten in the sunshine. You struggle to get out of your large and ~~commutable~~ bed., hiding your head under the velvet sheets to avoid the light. You try to shut your eyes but sleep just won’t ~~comeback~~.	+	The sunlight breaks thought the silken curtains slowly and travels up to your bed, waking you up. Your big, blue eyes open slowly. The sun shines on your long, silken, gold hair. Making it glisten in the sunshine. You struggle to get out of your large and comfortable bed, hiding your head under the velvet sheets to avoid the light. You try to shut your eyes but sleep just won’t come back.

-	You are the young Prince Faith of the Capricorn Kingdom. Or perhaps you should say Princess Faith. For ~~sine~~ your birth you have been cursed. Your body is weak, sickly, slim and pale. Since childhood you tried your best to become the ~~prefect~~ prince~~. However~~ you could never hope to even come close. You fall of every horse, you can barely lift a sword, in ~~the~~ diplomatic ~~meeting~~ you are submissive and compromising and you never had any interest in the fair sex. You spent many long nights crying about your fate. Your father however saw a way you could fit into society. He decided to instead raise you as a daughter. Your ~~petty~~ and slim frame fit perfectly in the royal dresses. Poetry, cooking, music and arts came to you without problem. Your pretty gold hair grew out and soon no one could tell that there ever ~~even was~~ any prince. You passed for a girl perfectly. And you were happy.	+	You are the young Prince Faith of the Capricorn Kingdom. Or perhaps you should say Princess Faith. For since your birth you have been cursed. Your body is weak, sickly, slim and pale. Since childhood you tried your best to become the perfect prince; however, you could never hope to even come close. You fall off every horse, you can barely lift a sword, in diplomatic meetings you are submissive and compromising and you have never had any interest in the fair sex. You spent many long nights crying about your fate. Your father however saw a way you could fit into society. He decided to instead raise you as a daughter. Your pretty and slim frame fit perfectly in the royal dresses. Poetry, cooking, music and arts came to you without problem. Your pretty gold hair grew out and soon no one could tell that there ever had been any prince. You passed for a girl perfectly. And you were happy.

-	But recently you ~~start~~ to feel empty.	+	But recently you've started to feel empty.

-	You hit the age of nineteen. It’s the kingdom’s traditional age for ~~princess~~ to marry. But you are no ordinary prince and you’re not looking for a maiden. You never found girls to be your thing and you’d much rather marry another man. Secretly you have been dreaming about a guy. A very special guy.	+	You hit the age of nineteen. It’s the kingdom’s traditional age for princes to marry. But you are no ordinary prince and you’re not looking for a maiden. You never found girls to be your thing and you’d much rather marry another man. Secretly you have been dreaming about a guy. A very special guy.

	*[[A handsome prince.]]		*[[A handsome prince.]]

Mephistopheles of Los Angeles at 21:47, 16 December 2014

Mephistopheles of Los Angeles — Tue, 16 Dec 2014 21:47:13 GMT

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	You hit the age of nineteen. It’s the kingdom’s traditional age for princess to marry. But you are no ordinary prince and you’re not looking for a maiden. You never found girls to be your thing and you’d much rather marry another man. Secretly you have been dreaming about a guy. A very special guy.		You hit the age of nineteen. It’s the kingdom’s traditional age for princess to marry. But you are no ordinary prince and you’re not looking for a maiden. You never found girls to be your thing and you’d much rather marry another man. Secretly you have been dreaming about a guy. A very special guy.

-	*[[~~Boy Princess/~~A handsome prince.]]	+	*[[A handsome prince.]]

-	*[[~~Boy Princess/~~A brave champion.]]	+	*[[A brave champion.]]

	*[[A mysterious and sexy stranger.]]		*[[A mysterious and sexy stranger.]]

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The sunlight breaks thought the silken curtains slowly and travels up to your bed, waking you up. Your big, blue eyes open slowly. The sun shines on your long, silken, gold hair. Making it glisten in the sunshine. You struggle to get out of your large and commutable bed., hiding your head under the velvet sheets to avoid the light. You try to shut your eyes but sleep just won’t comeback.

You are the young Prince Faith of the Capricorn Kingdom. Or perhaps you should say Princess Faith. For sine your birth you have been cursed. Your body is weak, sickly, slim and pale. Since childhood you tried your best to become the prefect prince. However you could never hope to even come close. You fall of every horse, you can barely lift a sword, in the diplomatic meeting you are submissive and compromising and you never had any interest in the fair sex. You spent many long nights crying about your fate. Your father however saw a way you could fit into society. He decided to instead raise you as a daughter. Your petty and slim frame fit perfectly in the royal dresses. Poetry, cooking, music and arts came to you without problem. Your pretty gold hair grew out and soon no one could tell that there ever even was any prince. You passed for a girl perfectly. And you were happy.

But recently you start to feel empty.

You hit the age of nineteen. It’s the kingdom’s traditional age for princess to marry. But you are no ordinary prince and you’re not looking for a maiden. You never found girls to be your thing and you’d much rather marry another man. Secretly you have been dreaming about a guy. A very special guy.

*[[Boy Princess/A handsome prince.]]

*[[Boy Princess/A brave champion.]]

*[[A mysterious and sexy stranger.]]

*[[Only another princess, like you, could understand you.]]

*[[You hate the idea of having to get married.]]

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