No more vanilla perfume hate I've had enough winter creamy vanilla spring jasmine vanilla summer sea salt vanilla fall tonka amber vanilla I am a vanilla girl through and through You can't take her away
His own mother abandoned him yet his instinct to love is unwavering, perhaps this is defiance, perhaps it is form of mourning, perhaps it is also play at nurturing giving what he never received, what he knows only by its absence as result of circumstances beyond his control, life