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"They say there's nothing like it,
I would never know.
My soul was never touched,
My soul still remains whole."

The girl locked the thought away,
Like a forgotten garden.
One day there was no more,
The wall let the dream harden.

No tears could fall,
No touch was soft.
Only thorns and fence,
Only a sky of dark.

She no longer felt,
Only hung onto hope.
But that soon faded,
The roses up in smoke.

Her golden smile was gone.
As her heart, they bind.
Only one thing remained:
The words she left behind.

All through your early years, you read fairy tales.
All fairy tales have happy endings with Prince and Princess riding of into the sunset.
I'm never telling my kids fairy tales.
Beacuse they're wrong.
Why tell them lies?
Why raise hope?
There are no happy endings.
Just when I thought I had my happy ending,
           It stopped.
My life decided to "Choose it's Own Adventure."
I always read books like this.
The characters like that.
Everyone said I was weird.
Everyone said that they were just too sad.
The first time I read one after all this started,
           I cried.
Now I agree with those people.
The ironic thing is that this was always my biggest fear.
Maybe someone would laugh at that . . .
             Maybe.
I can't.
I know this happens to tons of people.
Probably one in three.
Why couldn't it be two in one three,
            and none in our three?
I know there are reasons.
But could some please tell me the reason for this?
It makes no sence by me.
I might be great in math,
           but I'm clueless in this.
Quick,
           Someone tell me:
Is this Oz?
'Cause the dream that I dare to dream really did come true.