When I was young,
I loved fairytales.
I loved that no matter what,
There was always a happy ending.
But as I got older,
I realized something:
Happy endings don’t exist for everyone.
Everyone dies.
Some people die alone.
Some people die in pain.
Some people
—good people, bad people—
die slow, drawn out deaths that no one deserves.
Happily ever after doesn’t exist for everyone.
No matter how good you are in this life,
Happily ever after cannot always be achieved.
They were so awful to me,
And yet
They seemed to care.
They manipulated,
Twisted,
Hurt,
And destroyed me.
And yet I can't
Seem to let them go.
Even knowing
How badly they could
I'm scared.
I can't believe we're here
Again.
I can't believe this is reality
Again.
Four years
They say.
It's only four years.
But it's four years
Of a living hell for me.
They laugh
The sorrow I know
Is like no other.
It is too deep
Too raw
Too real.
And as I stand here
Within its everlasting clutches
I find little bursts of hope.
And these little burst of light
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