Childhood doesn't last until a certain age, childhood is the place where everything is going to be alright.
But we still believe, even as we're older and broken. Fairytales are our saviour, our hope and escape, but the truth is that no prince is coming to rescue you. No one is going to sweep in and save you, because saving is entirely in your own power.
And there's nothing romantic about that. That's why we broken dreamers fall.
But we try. And we dream and we hope and we fight, and maybe that's the beauty of it all.
Deep down we're all still children.
This is dedicated to InfinityXInfinity because she has been really kind and supportive, and as she pointed out to me, I have either voted or commented on all of her stuff, so she's amazing! xx
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