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February 18, 2015

It's not always rainbows, unicorns and castles.

Sometimes I feel like I'm dying.

I cry and slowly drown my self emotionally with sadness.

The fairy tale life doesn't exist and isn't for me.

But can I set myself free.

Spikes and splinters,

I draw myself in and wither.

I'm too afraid of pain awaiting around every corner.

Haunted by nightmares of what was hidden,

How will I ever heal, even after all the riddles were given.

But when the fire was fought with fire,

Something sprouted from its roots.

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