The Forest

I wasn't the only one playing dress-up

I ventured into my mother's closet

And entered a new world

I disovered shiny, sparkly, glittery things

 

I venturd into my mother's closet

I picked out every color, every item

I discovered shiny, sparkly, glittery things

I spent what felt like days in that world

 

I picked out evey color, every item

 I drowned in a pile, rising for air

I spent what felt like days in that world

I was the hero

 

I drowned in the pile, rising for air

And entered a new world

I was the hero

And I saved the universe

 

 
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Me
Our world
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