The way that her hair covered the burns, Clothed the cuts and guarded her face.
It was like her own shield.
She had me in her palms,
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Unwillingly.
Crazy girl, Big world and only her hair could guard her.
The pastel princess was only a mistress in distress.
He wanted her body, Her castle to be tainted. He seeked power.
She was poise enough. Secretly poison may I add.
The bridges she burned were all so firm until they couldn't hold the fire.
She broke some bones on sticks and stones.
But Still found her way to heaven. The stairs there were too mainstream for royalty though.
So The Pastel princess fell, Then floated.
