I used to think that
The world was black and white,
Wrong and right so clear,
Clear vision of who was friend
And foe, dressed in deception,
They were, interchanging, breaking
But then growing up again.
I used to think that
My plot was as any other,
Other than that of the step
Sisters unhappy ending, no, my
Ending would be beautiful, but
No, my end came...
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