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.

Im not going to cry,
cause you told me not to.
Im not going to say it hurts,
cause i know you wouldnt want me to.
But this time its different.
It hurts so much,
i cant even pretend it doesnt matter anymore. back to top?