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Once upon a time, there was a girl.
Once upon a time, the word's fate was given to the girl's small, hopeless hands.
Where was my 'Once upon a time' that was told in the joyful children's books? Whatever happened to the beautiful poems written by the working hands of old poets?
"Love of My Life," who?
The childhood fantasies that carried me through the wrathful seas. The childhood dreams that swept me away from the cruel reality.
The reality of pure loneliness.
People come and go, yes? But why then? Why was it then, shall I ask?
It's a selfish good I craved. I craved that oh-so-common helping hand people can easily reach out for. But when I reach out, nothing, nothing at all.
It's like I'm stranded in an endless void.
But once upon a time, there's a hand. That hand I craved for all of those years.
Do I let my greed take over my trust? Do I take that chance?
Once upon a time, I woke up.
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S H A M B L E S!
WC- 212
This is basically just a dream of (Y/N)'s, kinda important. It shows some hints for the rest of part one and my gosh, I've got a ride for you! ;)
Drink water, eat grass. Have a swag day!
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Fanfiction"Maybe you're right," I mumble. "But I'm done with your bullshit lies. Show me something real instead of all these plastic promises. Why do you even want me alive?" His grip loosens lightly. "You wouldn't get it." "What haven't I got? I seem to be w...
