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    • 19 ene 2022
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Fairytale Gone Wrong

Once I wanted to be a princess. With sparkling diamonds and halls of gold. I wanted to dance and laugh all day long, to be cherished and loved.

So I drank to years to come, I kissed and fucked and drank some more.

Now I mop and dust and never stay clean Where's my fairy, where's my dream? My castle, my prince, where have they gone? I suppose somewhere I went wrong

Now I am a princess in rags with bags under my eyes. But there's no fairy godmother or friend who is magic and wise Just the baby that cries And floors and toilets to clean And I haven't got time to sort out my new dream.

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