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she droops like a melting candle, eyes glazed, joint smoked. (in so much that the scent of the leaves is nothing like Fall,
Let's say Rapunzel had clinical depression-- it's not far-fetched. Spending a lifetime in a tower with no one but your “Godmother” and your thoughts is sure to harm anyone’s mental health.
Alone and content: that is what I was. Solitude was my friend. My constant companion, it never let me down. Yet you came along and took that away. From my tower, you took me.