XXIV. A distorted fairytale

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The deeper she got the darker, it became,
But the fears twirled and pain was always the same.

Dead on inside, faking smiles on trail,
A princess unrescued, and a distorted fairytale.

Promises are bleak and forever is a lie,
Because they grow flowers to let 'em wither and die,

And one day she said no, embraced the grey,
Glittering all black, as no hopes were to stay,

All she had lost was all she had found,
And she flew away with broken wings, in a world so bound.

-aditi

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