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Blackening hearts
You are no Cinderella,
Walking around in stilettos
Wearing only black leather.
Getting lost in a forest
Like little red riding hood,
You can wear her innocence
But baby you'll never be good.
You are the beauty
You are the beast,
Eating the poison apples
Like it is a feast.
Taking over castles
They made you queen,
Turning you into
An ice machine.
Fairytales too brutal
To be written,
No prince or princess
Just a bitch that didn't listen.
This is not a story
About love & laughter,
It is the darkest fairytale
With no happy ever after.
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