Once Upon an Alcoholic
Once upon a time I closed my eyes
dreamed of being something similar to Cinderella in terms of my life
Dreamed of how awful it must have been, how awful it is, although this is not something I alway advise
Because Once upon a time I dreamed of the sweet but was taken from the bitter
Had high hopes of becoming something and meeting my prince going to the ball,
Although rather than a dance, my reality continued to escalate while her thoughts were compromised by the liquor
Once upon a time in the world where everybody gets their happy endings I am still looking for mines
because realistically if I got my happy endings I wouldn't have to deal with her liquor lies.
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