Rapunzel

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I feel like rapunzel
a need to climb out my fucking window
the mother that's lied to me all this time
calls me the liar and thats not fair.
I was always there whenever she needed me
but she was never there for me.
And, she thinks that me cutting my hair
is some kind of a rebellion
Maybe it is, because I don't want to be like her.
My prince may not ride a white horse
a grey filth covered city bus
my people will take care of me
I can stay on a couch, that's ok
My escape is inevitable
I just need to get out

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