_So many years have passed, I’ve stopped keeping track. _

_I’ve waited so long for my true love, my price to rescue me. _

Too late.

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_I’ve slowly withered away._

_My ghostly figure looks down at the hollow shell of my former self. _

_I sit down on the concrete slab near where my body lies in a permanent slumber. _

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_Vines ordained with roses creep up the side of the slab. _

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_Ever since my soul departed from my body, this has become one of my favorite places to be. _

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_When it first happened, I had never felt so free due to being in a never ending slumber._

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_Now I just wish I had someone to be with, like the prince who never came for me. _