Wait what...?
Can it be true?
Is this real?
What if it's not? What if it is?
How will I know?
The alarm finally rang, because it's Once Upon A Time,
to get up and see what's going on.
It can't be true.
Smell the roses they say, but I'm allergic.
I just can't
I don't want to
But I have to
I can't help this feeling
It's true.
My heart abd my mind are shaking hands.
The deal has been made,
From the first time I saw you.
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