So maybe there were never 7 and a pretty girl.
And they were all pieces of her mind
She found talking to them each separately was better.
She started cleaning up after them,
And forgot about herself.
Tried to take a rest
But they kept making bigger messes.
After sneaking away from the woman who despised her,
All she could do was hide out in her own head
Tried to mend the bones she had broken
But they were not even bones?
Then Snow decided to eat the apple
Thought maybe it would make all of them go away
Took it graciously and swallowed.
Then the boy woke her up
And for a moment she thought she was fixed.
There were still 8 of them
there was a prince to shake his head at the wreckage,
And call her a fool.