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Fairytale cliche

By lostprophet

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don't be too harsh on me wiv this one, I wrote it when I was 14 and stupidly in love wiv the wrong lad!!! will life always be this sad, everyones got what I've never had, it seems to be all smiles and laughter, one true love and happy ever after, what ever happened to Mr Right, like cinderella, disappeared at midnight, there's plenty more fish in the sea, thats all people say to me, so I looked but that sea ran dry, now I just sit in and cry, But you never know what tomorrow brings, a handsome man with a dimond ring, maybe then I'll get my fairytale wedding, and I might just get my happy ever ending. Written March 1st, 2002 © on Mar 01 2002 10:49 AM PST   0 • 8

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