07.06.20

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I didn't write about you. I didn't write about you because all I've ever written about were wicked boys with spiderweb tongues who showed me happiness before ripping it away from my fingertips. I didn't write about you because everyone I'd ever written about had left me. You became my sun, and I refused to sleep in the dark again.

I couldn't write about you without being terrified that you'd find yourself another princess.

But in doing so, I became my own queen.

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