Princess made of glass
Once upon a time, There was a circus in town. Very big family, one of the kind. Many attractions, go ahead and pick your type. All of our family will make you smile. But one of them all, was the main show. A beautiful castle made with Crystal walls. There is a princess inside the store. Created as a puppet for you to enjoy the show She is so important, how can't she see. Go on smile, that is her job in here. She dances, she smiles, she cries , she bleeds. That is what she is meant to be. She is the movie, for others to feel. Oh dear child, dont you forget. Your battles are my award, you are not on your own. Come one keep fighting, the show must go on. One was the day that a boy stopped to feel He was enchanted by the princess he could see. She felt his energy, now she could also see, There is boy here and he is looking for me. How could you dare to start having dreams? How could you dare to fell in love with him? You are not supposed to feel, you are not allowed to leave. Go on princess, these are nonsense that you cannot believe. You are just a show, nothing is what it seems. Out she went, she really didn't care. Drop off the castle and went to follow the man. Little she knew of how life could be. Little she knew, the pain she was meant to see. Long time it took for her to open and see. Long time of tears and heart breaking piece. That was the boy that brought her to life. That was the boy that made her truly smile. Little she knew, how broken she was. Much did it took for her to learn about life. Oh so much pain, the princess caused in the end. She was the one that brought the boy so much pain. She is a princess no more, a woman came to live. And all what she wants is the man that is now here.
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