July 22, 2008
It starts with once upon a time
I used to see the pure sky,
I shall tell this story with rhyme.
Even it's hard, I'll try.

I used to live in a faraway place,
place where I was the princess.
There, I went at my own pace
and everyday was like having recess.

Though it was hard to tell,
I was hanging with a fake smile
as a lonely and apart shell,
the fake smile wan't just for a while.

It's really hard to say
It's a romantic fairytale
since my dreams went away
and my prince kissed me but failed.

Now what I'm dreaming
Isn't even a dream
It can't even be a happy ending,
Is reality, so it seems.

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