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(My creative writing teacher asked us what our dream job was when we were kids. This was mine.) Destroying every pink ribbon Fluffy dress glass slipper Destroying the long hair he climbs from And the castle shes locked in Along with her No more pincesses. No more annoying, Little Girls With hopes of having God mothers Taking them to the Ball Finding their Prince charming he doesn’t exist He will never exist Destroying Every dream By destroying it’s source Annihilating Any pink attire to cross my path Princess destroyer