Big F**king Mood: A New Narrative

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If I could write things into existence

there would be castles on clouds

and redemption for villains

There would be more than enough hope and love

and fear would be a distant memory

There would be a princess with a pen

and a prince with paper

He would let her write all her secrets all her fears

all her t e a r s

and he'd burn them in front of her

for her

If only I could write things into existence

- I'd write myself out of it