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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
