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Lydia sat sad on her bed As the likes on her Insta ran through her head Her last post’s hearts were no more than 3! But as she lay there consumed with self pity
  Once upon a time they made me a queen he said it was because my skin glistened with a sheen unmatched by others it was the glow of youth that made me your stepmother married now and praised by all
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