I am a princess.
There may not be a crown,
Or a waiting line of princes,
Or even a grand castle.
But there are messy hair days,
And there are cute math boys,
And even a cute small suburban house.
I am a princess.
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PoetryJust an open door to the crazy wonders of my loud [&quiet] mind. Random words. No chapter connects in anyway with another chapter.