She dreams of escaping. Of vanishing to a faraway land. Where fairies and gnomes rule the earth, where flying isnt merely a fantasy. For where the forgotten find solace, and where its home for the lost. The haven where tears are merely a prelude to rain, the hideaway abode.

liar.
i will not be taken in by your lies.
not anymore.
i've grown up.
so i will be strong.
i dont need you, i never did.
for i will stand up, by myself.
those tears you will never see.

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