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If Cinderella had taken her fate into her own hands, She wouldn’t have lost her glass heel. Maybe she would have ran away, hung a red lantern above her door.
tell me if this worth the waittell me if ‘us’ is enoughcause i've tried and triedto see beyond my doubtsand all of them;were just fruitless attempts
Born from destruction and fire Cruel to the bone I became Underneath a fire raged But the surface was calm
And with a toothbrush, I'll wash away my sins of the night, watching the tainted foam slide down the drain.