DisenchantedA Poem by paradoxicalOnce, I was a kid with so many dreams. I had plans. I'd grow up and do so many things. I'd fight with the ninjas, I'd dance with kings. Once, I was a kid and I knew all along that one day I'd be big and right all the wrongs. I'd fight off the evil and save the world. I had big dreams when I was a girl. Now I'm a grown-up and I still have dreams. But I've learned that nothing is what it seems. There are no ninjas; there are no real kings. Sometimes I'm the evil, and there's no fighting chance. And I never quite learned how to dance. © 2012 paradoxicalReviews
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