Storybook love
I yearned for love
the romantic kind
the kind tha makes your heart beat and pupils shrink to pinpoints
the dancing in the rain
the flowers
I wanted it all
I wanted storybook love
I became addicted to the ideal
but petty boys dont fall in love with girls like me
and even if they did
we would be cursed from the moment it began
because this is no fairytail
and their is no such thing as a prince charming-cc.
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