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She thought.

She pondered

Over what she had done wrong.

She gave them all her love,

But they just left.

She thought about the days,

When they had laughed with her, at her.

When they had cried with her, for her.

When they had given her so many shoulders to lean on.

When they sang depressing songs, smiling at one another.

She thought about how they had been her perfection,

Now she wasn't so sure.

On dark nights, she found herself yearning

For the company of her lost companions.

She felt cold in bed.

But she refused to seek her parents,

They were imperfect after all.

She tried to find comfort

And finally found it

In her prince who had arrived on a white horse,

So perfectly - for her.

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