CINDERELLA’S SHOES
The ugly sister, Alice, glared at the mirror with reflected malice; gave a grin and blew a bubble;
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Abused Cinderella
Cinderella was a nice gal Always did what she was told Put others before herself Cinderella had lots of hopes and dreams
Cinderella
This week I ran, I ran from home. My father was cruel, He treated me like, A simple slave child. I ran to a friends, Trying to leave town. We almost escaped, Then he saw us, He took me straight home. Once we arrived, I packed all my things. As he begged me to stay, […]
