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Zenderella
What’s the point of wishing upon a star at night?
Could stars even hear wishes from up in the sky?
Zen continued to dream, with aspirations bright,
And hoped that one day, he would be able to fly.
Each day felt like a nightmare, trapping him inside,
As he strained to endure his family’s abuse.
Their cruelty was something he could not abide,
As they treated him like some hideous refuse.
But he found a release in the form of the stage
When he was not tidying up around the house.
Theater helped to free him from his family’s cage
That forced him to act as a quiet, ugly mouse.
One fateful night would transform his entire tale.
A night that’d show dreams and love would always prevail.
