In cardle when a girl was
She slept in for thousand hours
She slept she dreamt of free wall
1/4th of her treasure hours
She wakes up in
Dwarf hopes
Seconds of sicking lies
Unwanted giving of hopes
Her halts for a second
In lock wall of close eyes
Free wall is the treasure by 1/4th second
She felt she trust a haunted union
She slept in case of hundred dreams
She wake she crushed her all new grudge
One part of her waked dream
She yearn for is free wall is still awake .
Her halt for a second is now the treasure by 1/4th second .
[The truth never fade in some corners still this been a unexpected one in this phase of world , could still it be existing ,yes ,and it does and that's really pathetic to be accepted. Is this really that bad for a girl to be born and if it's not like that then why her steps bounded before she does to open her eyes.]
Not for all .
My hats off to those who praise their girl to princess and let them chase their dreams through their own strengthen hands. (•‿•)
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