A package deal
Once upon a time long ago
It is said a girl with skin white as snow
Ran far into the woods
And stumbled across a cabin, alone in stood.
Endless months to herself Not once did she worry about her health. Happy and full of energy and life Dancing and prancing because she wasn't a house wife.
One day she looked in the mirror, Bashful she became as she came nearer. Confused but paid no mind Out the door, she left herself behind.
A walk to always end the day Her favorite time to laugh and play She thought herself dopey and never afraid Confident and bold was how she was made
A day of coughing and being sneezy She was definitely sick and quite dizzy. After that she was in a constant slumpy mood Soon it was like she was a completely grumpy dude
She didn't feel like herself and began weeping. The days passed with her in bed and very sleepy
At the door she heard a knock To find the one and only Mr. Doc Who knew everything about anything
"Don't worry my dear, There is something you need to hear. I am you and you are me, You're talking to yourself don't you see."
He was right but she did not panic For she had friends being a schizophrenic. She invited Doc to move in And together they lived, The End.
Endless months to herself Not once did she worry about her health. Happy and full of energy and life Dancing and prancing because she wasn't a house wife.
One day she looked in the mirror, Bashful she became as she came nearer. Confused but paid no mind Out the door, she left herself behind.
A walk to always end the day Her favorite time to laugh and play She thought herself dopey and never afraid Confident and bold was how she was made
A day of coughing and being sneezy She was definitely sick and quite dizzy. After that she was in a constant slumpy mood Soon it was like she was a completely grumpy dude
She didn't feel like herself and began weeping. The days passed with her in bed and very sleepy
At the door she heard a knock To find the one and only Mr. Doc Who knew everything about anything
"Don't worry my dear, There is something you need to hear. I am you and you are me, You're talking to yourself don't you see."
He was right but she did not panic For she had friends being a schizophrenic. She invited Doc to move in And together they lived, The End.
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