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Once upon a time I wanted to be a dancer, a ballerina actually, slender, sleek, graceful, poised, I would lift my leg and bend my knees and raise my arms and spin.

Once upon a time I wanted to be a dreamer, felt reassured that I could never run out of passions to follow, find world peace, win Nobel Prize, cure anger

Once upon a time I wanted to be a woman, felt so excited that one day I could birth life, wear high heeled shoes, know all the answers to all my questions, find love

Once upon a time I wanted to be your girlfriend, valued and desired, respected as an equal, I would sit in the room and watch you speak and hold back the kisses screaming from my lips.

Once upon a time I wanted things, held desires, felt feelings like an awkward burning sensation between my breasts; once upon a time I called that love

Now I call it heart burn

Turns out there’s a cure for that, just so happens it taste like ass

Once upon time I wanted to be a dancer, ballerina actually, I would lift my leg, bend my knees, raise my arms and spin

Once upon a time I bounced back when I landed on my ass

Now I just roll over

Turns out there’s a cure for that, just so happens it tastes like love