That beautiful girl i once knew ate a
poisoned apple and turned into the witch.
Her bright eyes faded into the night, and are cold as stone,
she trusts no one but herself, and even that i'm unsure of.
Rumors rule her life, there's no editing, proof reading, nothing.
This fairy tail story i was so sure of faded into a very dark,
and cold place. Too many lies to count, promises broken,
or kept. Depending on who, or when you're taking about.
Sure its still a bit of a fairy tale, but it turned from Sleeping Beauty,
to Romeo and Juliet.
Although i'm sure my death will be of a different story.
And no one will be there to save me, or to die too,
then again i'd rather not be the cause of an innocent death.
Besides, anyone that matters will be too busy waiting for someone
else to notice.
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