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When I SaidWhen I said I wanted a fairy tale
I meant I wanted a prince.
I didn't want to be locked in a
I didn't want to be fought by a
I didn't want
When I said I wanted a fairy tale
I meant I wanted to be a princess.
I didn't want to watch a rose
I didn't want to wear the gown
I wanted it
When I said I wanted a fairy tale...
I expected it to end in a
But i never expected it to end like this.
Excuse me, do you have a moment?Dear you,
Yes you. The one who calls me disgusting. Unnatural. Immoral. Fag.
You. The one who hides behind that sad excuse of religion, hiding behind a wall of words never told.
You. The one calling it phobia, as if you're actually scared.
You. The one who thinks I'm experimenting, I'm trying out, that I'm just playing.
You. The one who pushes me into lockers and down to the ground.
You. The one who calls my parents to remind them of their mistake, as if it's their fault.
You. The one who used to claim to be my best friend, and can't even look at me anymore.
You. The one who knows I'm going to hell, and that I deserve no better.
You. The one who claims I have sinned, that I deserve to be punished - dead.
You. The one who wants me to get treatment, who believes I can be cured.
You. The one who believes I choose this, a life of hate and rejection.
You. The one who is sure I just lust, that I can never love.
You. The one who refuses to touch me, because of course, it's a curse that could
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
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