discovering the truth
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"Once upon a Time"
Oh what a phrase
But it is not true
It is just a haze.
What about the stories?
The ones we were told.
All with the brave princes
And the sparkly gold.
She steps onto the ground realizing how cold it was.
Fragile. Her bones were always fragile. Especially when it came to stepping on the ice.
She grabbed a piece of the ice, only realizing how it left her hands red.
