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once upon a time, there was a girl

who swallowed lies like pills, tried to drown herself

in photographs, watched the moon with big blue eyes,

and waited watied waited.

(dreams overflowing from her glass cup, waterfall

ripples down the sides)

dancing around an empty room, singing songs about

love into a hairbrush with a knife in her hand, still alive,

still breathing.

still breathing.

still breathing.

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wake up, little princess,

life is no fairytale.

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(he's not coming.)

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