We all remember the bed time stories of our childhood.
The shoe fit Cinderella,
the frog was turned into a prince,
sleeping beauty was awakened with a kiss.
Once upon a time and then they live happily ever after.
Fairy Tales.
The stuff of dreams.
the problem is,
fairy tales don't come true.
It's the other stories.
The ones that start in dark and stormy nights and end in the unspeakable.
The nightmares always seem to become the reality.

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i write what i want,
how ever i want to write it,
and what the fuck i want to write about.
i don't need people to ask me why is my blog
so "sad" and "emotional"..
if you don't like it
then i got two words for ya,
"FUCK OFF".
yes, i'm rude.
i am like that.
get over it.