role reversal

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She had a ruby gemstone hue to her hair yet became trapped in the shadows because of her name, and warm, worn-out eyes from witnessing conniving Cinder, true to her ashen, dark name,
Do you think avoiding me will make things better? You should know by now, I’m a real go-getter I’ll be who I am- screw tradition I’m a woman, on a mission I’m a huntress, and you’re the buck I’m having for dinner
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