She has grown so tired to pretend like everything’s fine.
She doesn’t even feel the excitement, while she’s counting down.
She pretend all her life are about fairytale, in fact all her life are nightmares.
She hide it for too long, to protect someone’s pride, and now even sleep doesn’t help.
She feel like the maps already torn and the wings I had already cut off.
She doesn’t know who is she anymore.
She lost, and it’s too late to realize.
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