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The shoe won't fit...the shoe won't fit...
Cinderella sits on the velvet stool.
My toes won't fit...my heels won't fit...
She desperately crams her foot into the shoe.
The glass it burns...cool against my blood...
Her curtain of locks mask her scrunched-up face.
Just a little longer....just a minute more...
She holds back the tears smarting in her eyes.
It fits...it fits...I'll make it fit...
Slowly, she gets on her own two feet.
A better life...better future...
*She grits her teeth, walking forward, step by step, scarlet tears dripping from her mangled feet.
Appreciate the shoes you walk in, because someone, somewhere out there, is desperate to be in yours. Be grateful. I know this is a little morbid, but...oh well.
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