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How did I end up here

Between all the beautiful fairies

Long white blonde hair

Crystal blue eyes

Skin with the color of

awfully sweet meringue.

I know that my bangs

and my eye shadow

do not belong here

Getting attached always to the unavailable

So I can still feel independent

in my independence

You call it loneliness

How did I end up here

Between all the alluring champagne,

the glittering chandeliers

and idyllic flower pots

floating in the sky

They have disgusting thick leaves

Me and my skin

with the color of

recycled paper

and my lawn colored eyes

like a witch

But I never managed to put

a spell on you.