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She used to be the one with the flowery golden hair Hanging from a tower in despair She used to be in a love with a beast adorned in fur Only seeing true beauty when the love was for sure But she no longer needs a crown that lights up the night She doesn't need to pretend to be a soldier to fight She exudes confidence and pride like a diamond does gleam She is not a princess, as she was born a queen
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC
Princesses
She used to be the one with the flowery golden hair Hanging from a tower in despair She used to be in a love with a beast adorned in fur Only seeing true beauty when the love was for sure But she no longer needs a crown that lights up the night She doesn't need to pretend to be a soldier to fight She exudes confidence and pride like a diamond does gleam She is not a princess, as she was born a queen
TanikaSimone
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC
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