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She Don't Like The Lights {Justin Bieber Fan Fiction}
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Ongoing, First published Jul 22, 2012
When you were young, your main concern in life wasn't clothes and the dream of perfection. None of this was aware in your little mind, nudging at you with the facts of reality. The worst things in life, always come free to us now.
Life was consisted of what princess you wanted the personality of, or dress like. One day, maybe you wanted to be Snow White, and sing to all the birds in the forest. Another day, you wanted to be saved by your Prince Charming, and gallop away into a lushness field of flowers. 
Justin did that too me, he was my wonderful Prince Charming. I never worried of the dresses and makeup each princess wore, I just wanted my prince. 
My story didn't play out like most fairy tales however, and a cruel twist ended my story, leaving a brutal and cruel ending. The evil winds and darkness swooped him away from our castle, sending him far away from me. Too the fame, the bright lights. 
What will I do now? Here is my story.
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