I once believed in fairy tales, for I felt that I lived in one, where everything is happy in the end, and my story was almost done... I prayed that things would change, but alas, they were never to be, for the book has closed and I'm alone, like a sailess boat that's lost at sea... The night and day combine once more, as the sun sets in the eastern skies, and it's only now that I ask myself, What are the truths, and which are lies? Blured is the past that never truly was, and lost is my dreams that never would become, reality is just a haze in the falling, frigid rain, for on this day, my heart will soon turn numb... I once believed in fairy tales, for I felt that I lived in one, but now I know that it's untrue, by the setting of the autumn sun...Birth sign: Aries
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