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Ferrellm

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since August 2017
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Evil Queen

August 26, 2017

I was once the Lotus Flower

The perfect peach everyone wanted

The friend everyone needed

With a heart of pure love and pure stone

 

I loved him with my whole heart

He was my morning sunrise

And the moonlight to my dark and stormy night

He fell in love with my inner beauty

Not with what the others saw

 

But they could not stand to see me happy

Flaunting around with a boy of no status

So they took him away from me

And I became the cursed woman no one longed to see

So I got my Revenge

 

I killed all of the live stock

I took all of the food in my village

And I cursed their first burns

If I cannot have happiness neither can they

 

 

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