Snow White Life
She lived a snow white life,
Instead of dwarfs it was seven knives.
The evil witch being her pain,
Nothing to loose nothing to gain.
The poison red apple was her suicide,
The day she bit it was the day she died.
Her prince was not a man standing tall,
It was a beautiful princess after all...
Unlike the story the kiss was too late,
You can't fix what is all just fate....
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