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.

But why do i have to?
Who are you?
I hate it when you behave like its a must for me.
Grow up, stop being a kid.
You need attention, want attention, yeah, but here's not the place.
Stop making it seem like i have an obligation towards you, cause i dont.
I dont need to, dont want to and dont have to. back to top?