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Nov 2017
He’ll take her to the dance
why do i try?
Why do I smile,
when he makes me want to cry?
She’s the perfect princess,
he’s the perfect king,
I guess I need to redress,
and learn how to clean.
O.K
I wish I were his cinderella
Olivia A Keaton
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Olivia A Keaton  16/F/West Virginia
(16/F/West Virginia)   
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