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some say that the world is a cruel place.

and once i had disagreed, mind corrupted with childish joy.

i had always been the naive child. the easy one.

i gave everything.

i left my emotions upon my sleeve, awaiting for my prince charming to sweep me from my feet.

he came.

in dashing armour and a bag of sour worms.

his love was dark, painted with black.

his love was dangerous, the silent hiss of a snake.

his love was sour.

your love killed.