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Once upon a time there lived a little
princess named Spinderella. The king and queen were always too busy to
spend any time with her or were gone on some enchanted adventure, so
Spinderella decided to venture out one day and find love and happiness
somewhere else. One day, she left the kingdom in search of something
more exciting, in search of some kind of happiness.
Along the way, she met a medicine man
named Dr. Feel Good, who gave her some magic powder to make her feel
better. She fell in love with it and wanted more. Dr. Feel Good said,
"If you want more, you must pay for it somehow." She went back to the
castle to see if the king and queen (her parents) were back from their
trip yet.
There was
a message that they'd be home soon. There was some gold and silver
laying there for her to spend if she needed anything while they were
gone. She didn't need any material things, no food or anything else.
All she needed was her parents.
Spinderella remembered the medicine man, Dr. Feel Good. She took the
gold and silver and went to find Dr. Feel Good. At last she found him.
She gave him all the gold and silver and bought all of the magic powder
he had and she got spun out and lost in her own little world.
She had to lose everything she ever
had before she could finally find her way back from her own little world
she had gotten lost in. After she had nothing left to get the magic
powder with and was so lost, she began to cry because she was so far
from home and she didn't know her way back. The king and queen sent the
guards out to find her and they found her in a dark, cold cave nearly
dead. They brought her home and she was so thankful she had been
rescued and wanted to stay in the palace forever and become the queen
one day. She promised to never leave the kingdom again.
Part 2
Years and
years later, Spinderella went back out, in search of more magical
powder, but this time was way worse than the first. This time she
married Dr. Feel Good just so she could have all the magic powder her
little heart desired and then some, but poor Spinderella just never
could get enough to make her happy. Instead, she became very sad and
afraid and alone.
After
awhile, all she lived for was that awful magic powder she thought was
the best thing on earth. That became her one true love, her obsession;
for it had begun to control her and soon owned her. She no longer had
any control over it and it controlled her, took away everything she had;
all of her friends and family and it even took away her two children
whom she dearly loved, more than words could ever say.
Then she
really had a worse problem; she had a nervous breakdown, became half
crazy and mentally ill for quite some time, even years. She wanted to
just lay down and die. She couldn't stand it anymore; she wasn't
herself. She had become like Satan himself. Even though all she
wanted, the most more than the dope itself, was to get her children back
and spend the rest of her days here on earth making up to them what she
had taken away, all those worthless, miserable days and years.
But you
see, something stood in her way and made it seem all so impossible and
convinced her that she was so messed up. She may as well just do enough
of it and just maybe, just maybe, it would be her last, worthless breath
and she wouldn't have to be here anymore. I guess she couldn't take it
anymore; she was nothing but lost, beaten, hopeless and full of
despair. She just couldn't fight back anymore, prayed to God, but He
wouldn't even take all her pain and misery away when she begged and
begged and pleaded, but just wasn't spared.
That's
what she gets for messing with that awful poison that she thought she
loved and had to have that tricked her into thinking that's all she ever
deserved. It stole her life away and she didn't even know it. She was
so numb; she couldn't even feel death on its way. Slowly and then all
of the sudden, there was nothing left to stop it. For all that poison
in her veins had rotted her insides and what was left of her, all away.
Everyone turned their heads in disgust when they looked her way.
Her own
family decided to disown her one day, for they couldn't stand to see her
that way. So, they gave up on her and then for sure she had no hope
left. She was all alone, left to the pack of wolves who couldn't wait
to devour all of her, piece by piece, shred be painful, agonizing,
dreadful shred until at last there wasn't one bit left, not even for the
vultures.
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