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Once upon a time, I was just a piece of glass. Just one single thing that showed the worst things in your heart. But then I broke and broke and broke and suddenly I found, that I had become a storm of hate, a blizzard of regret. What am I, dear reader? And what fate do I beget?

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Foam

I used to be a person, I used to be in love. I used to be in pain all of the time. But now I am just foam. I used to swim and walk and move but now I have no control. Now the ocean controls my life and I have no whims at all. 

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Eaten

I never did anything to anyone at all. All I did was stand steady and stand tall. I know that I was meant to lure kids in. But was it necessary for those brats to eat me and my kin. Just because we were sweet. But what would I know.  I was just a simple wall.

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Broken

I lay here, broken, unusable you see. I lay here, abandoned, by those who would have used me. I lay here, alone, away from my own home.

If only that girl had not come and sat on me, perhaps I would not be, a broken chair in a lonely place, but whole to hold my small little bear within my embrace.

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Snitch

I remember what it is like to be dropped and not forgotten. My princess searched and searched for me, and yet I was just out of her reach. Until she met a prince, you see, who could just barely reach me. And then my princess ceased to be mine as well. Whatever, whomever, could I be?

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Smushed

Have you ever been crushed, suffocated below a hundred layers. I have, and it was perhaps the worst, perhaps my least favorite moment. I knew from the time that I was young, that my life would be short and not very fun. I knew that I could not hope to be, anything less than simply me.

And when that girl, claimed the name of princess you see. That was when it was my job to see. I felt so smushed, so suffocated below those hundred layers. But what did I expect, from my own simple life.

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Ashes, Ashes

I used to be useful, you know. I used the help a lot. I used to be used, you know, by men and women alike. But then it all went and changed one day, it changed for me and my friends. For the leader of men went and told a great tale, and then all of my family was dead. They rounded us up, one by one, making sure that we could not be used. Then they set us aflame and left us to rot, til the end of time itself.

I was a simple spindle, I loved to help make clothes.  I worry for the family who owned me once, but now I am not but ashes.

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Bibbity Bobbity Boo

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Fairest of them all