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The Plight of the true Snow White
Her lips were red apples,
“Don’t trust lust!”
They called her a hag
Told me she had driven me mad!
“Kiss me” she said
And then I dropped dead
Because I realised my story was wrong,
Erased the ending they taught belonged
And then all I had to do was admit!
Write into the story and say:
actually everyone I am g-
“She’s sick, she’s just sick!”
“She needs a doc...
Monday 5th September 2016 5:26 pm
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