Snow White

June 3, 2010
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Drifting away day after day, living life like snow white
Dead but still alive, how does that work?
She dreams one day her true prince will come.
I Dream one day her father will come home.
The final day would come of pure happiness for snow white,
The arrival of her true love;
When will my day arrive?
Acceptance is war, rejection is a battle.
A Year went by,
Nothing… not hearing “Hey pumpkin”
Being engulfed in a warm embrace
Even the smell of alcohol was gone.

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