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My evil stepmother and I became lovers and we killed my dad.We did it so that we could get all of the money that he had.We were greedy and we made sure that Dad would Rest in Peace.
A hug from a woman who's not my Mama but has raised me nonetheless is warmer than our run-down apartment in St. Louis. Streetlights would allow shadows to form in my head. They go away when I see my nephew's eyes,
Nineteen years ago, Your son was born, A beautiful boy with Serious brown eyes and Contempt for parental contact.   Seventeen years ago, I entered the world, An ugly pink piglet with
My name belongs to wonderland, to the black forest in which I stay A place of magic, wonderment and the plague—that’s how I lost my father too Mother knows best, doesn’t she? That’s why I frolic in these woods
Once upon a time, A beautiful princess Dressed in a bright blue ball gown Had finally escaped from her evil stepmother. It all seemed so typical Until one day
Why was I cursed For only trying to love a child? She did not come from my womb But how I longed To hold her near my breast In comfort
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