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Apr 2015
Life is not a storybook nor a fairytale
Instead it is a beaten path a lost, forgotten trail
The princess doesn't find her prince
She learns to save herself
The prince is not a noble man with castles and much wealth
Dragons, trolls and other beasts do not plague our thoughts
Instead are visions, crushed up dreams that leave one quite distraught
The little damsel in distress is not what you'd expect
She could be hiding in her room, both wrists left unchecked
A hero doesn't come your way, you pull yourself back out
Through the sharpest twists and turns along a different route
A mighty sword you do not hold, nor a trusty steed
Though the darkness seems too harsh, no warnings will you heed
There is no certain happy ending, no perfect princess bride
When you fight the path called life, with death you may collide
This poem is very true for me and I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner. Hope you like it.
LovelyBones
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