"A glass slipper, terrible treatment and of course a prince.
I always do other people's work, it's an everyday thing.
Nobody is grateful either, often my own family insults me and that cuts deep.
The glass slipper isn't an actual shoe, that slipper represents my childhood, my fun and my joy.
That charming prince?
He doesn't exist yet and he may never exist.
How can I wait for someone who probably doesn't even exist?
I met someone who I thought was my prince but it turns out he was just making everything worse.
No one can get my glass slipper but me.
In all these other Cinderella stories, they have a prince to save them but the only person who can save me from my Cinderella story is me."
-L
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A series of options Left Behind In Words And Letters
PoetryThoughts, feelings and moments of my past, present and future written down. I can't say much but I like to think that they're goodish. You and I, we're an ocean of love and hatred. A land of chaos and peace, a battle that we're losing with love and...
