Crazy Angels

Crazy Angels

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Romance
Prolouge: Our life has been like a movie... There are twists and turns... There's a knight in shining armor and bad boy pretender. At first we're loving, and eventually really nice. But after that specific incidents, our point of view to the world changed. We became warfreaks, and turned to bitches. We don't care what others say, what they feel, or what they think of us. One incident is enough. Enough to make our life a living hell. We can easily capture your heart and tear them to pieces. This is a story about the Crazy Angels. Is there any posibility to change our lives? Or will someone come andruin it more? Will we continue being like this? Or will we find out the true meaning of living?
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I don't get why kids believe in fairytales. Like why would Cinderella's shoes fell when it perfectly fits her in the first place? How dumb is Snow White to eat an apple from a creepy old lady in the woods? Why do most of them have to wear fancy gowns? And why do these fairytales fool kids into believing that "to live happily ever after" is real? It turns out I was a fool too. My fairytale is not about wearing gowns, nor being a princess, nor having an evil stepmother and ugly sisters. But it's all about fantasizing what things could be with someone I liked too much. I don't care if we are not living in a castle nor flying in a carpet like Jasmine and Aladdin, I just want a simple coffee date with red roses and a simple "good morning" notification the moment I wake up. How fool is it to realize that I am twice dumber than those kids who believe in magic? How fool am I to fantasize "happy ever after" when he didn't even know me in the first place? How fool am I to dream about what could've been when THERE WAS NEVER US?

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