if i could paint a picture perfect fairy tale of all my fantasies and endless dreams i wonder if it'd still end the way i wanted it to? would the princess be rescued by the charming prince? or die in the hands of the wicked witch? searching for a perfectly tied up little ending. with no loose ends and no strings attached. wrapped up in a nice little gingerbread package with peppermint kisses and lemon drop smiles. walking through the woods, laughing with the wolf and the three little pigs. sleeping forever and waking up to find the beautiful blonde hunk on the white horse. and knowing that everything is going to end happily ever after. but fairytales are just fairytales. there are no gingerbread houses. with cotton candy cobwebs. the bugs have devoured them all. big bad wolves hide in the woods, looking for an innocent riding hood to jump on. the pigs are no help.... too worried about pleasing the rich so that they may build their huge houses. and the beautiful blonde hunk riding up in a white mustang, doesn't want to wake me up with a kiss, but rather slip me something to get me to bed. living a fairytale life is a fairytale. so i'll read my books and keep my eyes out for prince charming, but i'm not gonna look too hard. you can't read too much into a fable. and sometimes things are just gonna end unhappily ever after.Birth sign: Not entered
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