⚜︎𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘐𝘵⚜︎

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I created a world where horses could fly and where fairies never die.

It was all an illusion.

I wake up every morning, open my window, and try to find the horses I flew on, and the fairies I danced with. But their never there. There's only an empty yard where I used to play. There's the swing set I grew up on, the slide I ran up, the grass I rolled on.

But there was nothing. Absolutely nothing.

And now. I stand here with an empty can of gasoline next to me and a match in my hand. All I have to do is drop it.

"Oops" is such an understatement.