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Once upon a time there was a young girl named Goldilocks, whose head was filled with strange thoughts. She was not driven by hunger or the need for rest, instead she wanted to put her stealing skills to the test.
Once upon a time A story reborn again and again Stood a girl whose heart was empty And eyes full of unshed tears Her arms open to the darkness
From the time she started breathing She would concoct schemes as if she were making a potion A life of crime kept her going She found that her soul was darker than the ocean
Once upon a time there was a girl named Goldilocks She had lucious blonde locks who were her number one conscience they tend to whisper "Hey Goldi, you rock!" And she agrees, for without them she lacks any sense.  
  Lost in a maze of trees, alone, forgotten I stumbled upon a house, covered in the bowels of darkness, A place familiar to a bird who is perched on a white oak. Tiptoeing, branches swaying in wind
The music was loud; the parents were proud. It was the first night of the annual ball, and the little bear was dancing with a young girl. Greedy, gutsy, and golden, Goldilocks left the bear to dance alone.
Once upon a time...there were three bears. Yeah, I bet you think you know where I'm headed with this story. I can assure you, it's not what you think.
My childhood ended at six years old.Nothing would ever again feel secure.My very bed was even tainted,Soiled by the skin of a towheaded creatureThe likes of which I’d never seen before.
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