My Fairytale Disaster
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  • Parts 11
  • Time 53m
Ongoing, First published Dec 29, 2012
Not all fairytales have a happy ending. Not everything you wish for can actually do you good. Would you like it if your life changed in one flick of a finger? If everything that caused you happiness in the world was gone in a second? If everything you ever knew in your whole life was a lie?

Do you wish to be like those princesses in fairytales? Do you get jealous of their perfect life and perfect body? Do you wish to be rich? To have your own castle? To have powers? To meet mystical and unknown creatures?

Do you want a normal life? Do you want to be a normal person? Are you happy with who you are now? Are you contented? Even if your imperfect, even if your  life’s imperfect, would you want that?

Or would you rather want a fairytale disaster?
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