I'm so sorry that when I ran from your palace,
You only chose to keep the part of me that wasn't actually part of me.
Maybe if you were searching for a more than a blonde girl in a glittery dress,
You wouldn't have needed a glass shoe to find me.
Someone should've told you to stop looking up to the balconies for your masquerade princess and start looking down to the floor for your real hardworking bride.
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Poetry"I know that sometimes for people, I feel like too much; But let me kiss away the phantom pain that the scars remind you of, Let me kiss the burns on your hands, From when you touched the burning fire within my soul. Let me show you that yes, I am...
