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Cinderella No More


Clean commode 

Cook, do dishes

Can't sit down 

Contort towels into swans

Constantly being yelled at

"Cinderella didn't clean the living room!"

Choke on saying, "Clearly it was cleaned yesterday."

Condense frustration down

College? Not an option. Pay

Ceasing to exist

Cat coughed up a hair ball.

Can't say I blame you buddy

Carefully slip out

Couragous at twenty

Capricious at last!

Crisp cyan eyes alive in new clothes.

Creepy, crude "men" get slapped on their

Clammy hands

Clever Cinderella, no, Ella

Civil but careful she knows

Create your own life...or who knows? 

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