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Once upon a plastic heel  I grew up in the slums ain't no glass slipper real running out of the club because the cops showed up Mr. Prince Charming yelling, "you left your cup" my cup of what? Sure wasn't my dignity
Tears roll down my cheek. They wash over my dirty face like a flood in the desert, Whisking away the filth and barrenness, Revealing the rich brown underneath.
Mirrir mirror On the wall What do you see? I am not pretty, thin, or tall.   Mirror mirror On the wall What do you know? When all I do is bawl.   Mirror mirror
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