Poem.

Once upon a time I used to believe in fairy tales.

I realized that my life was running in circles.

I no longer cared. About anything.

That’s not how life should be lived.

It should be lived with happiness and joy.

Then why did I feel this way?

I had been dragged down by all of those nasty and hurtful things that spew from others.

I no longer would be the victum.

This was no longer about them.

This is about me.

And I am finally happy.

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