taking control
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The older I get, the more I realized that there is nothing more precious than time,
And I have finally realized that I no longer want to waste mine.
For so long, I cared too much about what people thought about me,
My name is Snow White
I got my name from my mother
Who died when I was young
But I love her still
But anyway,
Where do I live?
With my prince of course!
I love him,
Fear.
She envelopes us like a cold day without a jacket.
Shivering like bare shoulders, chills climbing in the crooks of collapsing collarbones.
"I am afraid," the voice taunts, always behind us always there.
