There was a time I dreamed of walking under the rain,

With sweet tenderness by my side;

There was a time I dreamed of running through the mountain,

With wild strikes catching up behind;

I dreamed of a dream,

That my smile makes me enough;

I dreamed of a dream,

That my tears make me be seen;

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Exactly, like other girls I’ve seen.

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But it all went wrong,

It all went wrong….

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Someone has to try harder;

Putting on the costumes of grandeur,

Residing in the chateau of terror,

Here comes that poor girl,

Putting on a show of a princess.

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They smiled,

They praised,

They fantasized,

All is bestowed, if only temporarily,

For the good show displayed.

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Be silent,

Just be silent, my trophy child,

There is no blame if you don’t complain.

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Disappear,

Just disappear, my trophy child,

There is no hurt if you don’t love.

Angle came to a girl.  She is now the real trophy child

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Final denote: This is the hardest thing I’ve ever brought myself to write. However, on the bright side, it marks a new start that has been calling me to embark…..

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Posted by:Annabel

Just a woman who writes her heart out, unapologetically……

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