Twenty three.

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I don't know how, it was a sudden twist,
From that little girl, into this.
A life where faeries used to exist,
But now my life is anything but bliss.

I used to hop from puddle to puddle,
Never did I think I'd become a muddle.
Dancing, skipping, in the rain,
Only to get soaked, by the pain.

That shiny scissor, crafting its way,
Up that piece of paper, into a snowflake.
Now it slits through my dainty skin,
While tears roll down, and hang on my chin.

How I used to dream, of changing the world,
Of making it a better place, just as they told.
But here I am crying, sorrow unspoken,
Waiting to sleep, never to be woken.

'Cause I've had enough, of all these lies,
Forgotten promises, and fake smiles.
So why don't I, just let all of it go,
And be broken, torn, lost and alone. 

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