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Seems as though I am living contrary to afairytale

Where my knight in shining armor has yet to exist

And the wonderful man my mind has constructed is not amongst us.

I have yet to pronounce love or heartbreak

And my heart pleads for it so.



I begin to believe in the natural reason,

That my heart is purely for pumping blood

And my stomach is primarily to digest food

Opposed to containing fluttering butterflies that illuminate at the very sight of my liberator.



My patience like I, is growing old

And I have grown fonder and fonder of the continuous structure my mind resumes to build.

My prince, make haste, for I have become weary.

There is no ‘happy ever after’ in a story with any beginning.

And my tale does not intend to be left unfinished.