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     I am lost.

     The world seems to be spinning too fast, and my feet seem to be moving to slow. I can't handle this torture. I need my sanity.

     "It's just time we go our separate ways," they had said. "It's better for the both of us."

     Apparently, my sister and I didn't matter enough to be considered when my parents decided to separate. They used every excuse in the book, but the way I see it, they're taking the easy way out.

     Marriage become too hard, so my parents decided to get out while they could. Their love was overlooked.

     I thought that love conquered all. I thought that love was patient and kind and unselfish and redeeming, but apparently these ideas are no more realistic than fairytales.

     Maybe love isn't real, after all. Maybe, just maybe, love is nothing more than a fleeting feeling. It flies in with force enough to shake the earth, and then, without warning, it dissipates into a gentle tremble. Then it is gone.

     I'm lying awake in the early hours of the morning, wondering why life can't be the simple fairytale that every little girl was once promised.

     I once thought that families were forever. I once thought that prince charming would ride in on a white horse and wisk me away to a crystal castle. I once thought that death was only a suggestion.

     I once thought that happiness was available to everyone, until he died.

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