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It's weird, I now know how cinderella felt at midnight. Her heart was in her ears, her stomache in her throat, hot water behind her eyes. She was left with nothing. But I never expected it to come from you. The man that loved me, who cared the most for me. Was a lie. Poor cinderella. Lying there. Broken. Call us twins, but me with no prince, no king.
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Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 4:32 PM UTC
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It's weird, I now know how cinderella felt at midnight. Her heart was in her ears, her stomache in her throat, hot water behind her eyes. She was left with nothing. But I never expected it to come from you. The man that loved me, who cared the most for me. Was a lie. Poor cinderella. Lying there. Broken. Call us twins, but me with no prince, no king.
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Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 4:32 PM UTC
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