Chasing Death

Chasing Death

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When I was still a little girl I do believe in fairytale like what my always mom says while reading the book that in the end there was a happy ever after. But why did it turn out like this? Why did I not become a princess, and become damsel in distress. In the book the prince who will take me and bring it to the castle, but why I'm stuck in here tears falling watching them in front of me, smiling each other reaching in their eyes. Why her?! I should be there holding his hand. I should be the princess who to take in the castle and live a happy ever after. It looks like I'm a villain in this story. And I found myself holding a gun and pointing it to this fake princess in front of me. My fucking bitch sister.
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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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