Have you ever woken up one morning and felt like everytime you do, you die every single day? Did you ever love so much at the cost of losing track of yourself in the process? And did the heartbreak set you free but never left you unscathed, shattering all your innocent beliefs? If you have, you might be able to understand why I wrote these poems. I died. I killed "myself" and had to deconstruct a whole belief system. Fairies are real... the only thing is, they victimized villains to shine and killed some to get their happy endings.
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