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walkingblues:

I thought fairy tales were lies or worse, promises spoken, yet meant to be broken. Intent is all.

                                       Why

do grown-ups feel
the need to make up a story, only to later confess that it was a

                                        lie?

Why look for a prince when frogs are much more common? Why reach for a dream

                                        when

you’re at ease within your nightmares? Why scramble to disguise what your personal

                                        truth is

when reality not only hurts less in the long run, but is most often

                                        the easier path?