Yknow how everyone has a fantasy world?
It's usually peaceful, colorful or something that makes them happy!...
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My fantasy world however is filled with blood and tears and pain.
My "friends" don't give a damn about me
I'm a pet to them
A toy
A useless leaf in the wind
I'm not a human to them.
Im just....nothing
Why is my fantasy world like this you say? It's because my fantasy world was corrupted by the thoughts of what people really think of me...
I'm drowning.
I can't breathe.
My lungs are filled with hurtful thoughts and comments.
I can't hold on any longer
This burns
Is this my destiny?
Is my fantasy world showing me what my life is soon going to be?
Maybe this a sign...
Maybe it's my time
Maybe I should just let go
The light has faded away
All I see darkness
Where is peace?
I wanted to find peace
A world where I could be happy
He said he would take me there
Yet he left me in the bottom of the ocean to die.
It was all a lie.
His love wasn't real.
He pretended to be my prince
But he was not my prince
He was her prince.
I was simply the maid who fell in love, like the fool I am.
I should've listened to them when they said he didn't want me
He wanted to bring her to peace
Not me
But her.
His princess.
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"Toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart
Baby, bang it up inside
I'm not wearing my usual lipstick
I thought maybe we would kiss tonight
Baby will you kiss me already and
Toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart
Baby, bang it up inside
Baby, though I've closed my eyes
I know who you pretend I am
I know who you pretend I am
Do mi ti
Why not me?
Why not me?
Do mi ti
Why not me?
Why not me?
Do mi ti
Why not me?
Why not me?"
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I'm so done with my life at this point. My fantasy world is right. I should just let go. What's the point of holding on?
