When I'm wearing my heels
heading for work,
the heels get stuck in the drain
I go to work
and come home exhausted
One, two, three
It repeats
Don't blame me
when I drop the heels
and am heading for the hills
What is my deal you ask
You can't help me
Only I can save myself
The heels did not appear from fantasy
The life I was in was not a fairytale
I was never a Cinderella with her glass slippers
finding her prince
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Author:
zhangyuyouyu (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 10th, 2022 10:55
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Comments1
You portray the lady of the night in stark detail. No glass slipper, just the harsh reality of life.
Thank you 😀
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