• Our parents gave up on the story books. The last thread of our innocence. A world where nothing goes wrong. A world where love conquers all. But we live in the real one. Love gives up on us any chance it gets. Cupid shoots his arrows in crooked peircing shapes making sure it hurts and making sure we bleed.Love dropped our chance a second before we fell.We couldn't fall fast enough to catch this one.You couldn't anyway."My fairytale has ended when did it even start maybe it was just a dream maybe a nightmare is too good a word"

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