there used to be a girl who believed in hopes and dreams, fantasies come true. she believed all was well and good and everything was for the greater good. until she met her dark prince, the one who took her to the gates of hell and left her there without hope, without regret. she fought her way through the hell, the nightmares that surrounded her every thought, her very being. the demons would approach and she would hold her head high and face it with a fiery passion. battle til the bitter end.
but that girl has lost that hope. that fiery substance that helps her fight for the greater good. she looks at darkness now and says, do what you wish, i am done fighting.
she wishes things were different. she thought life and love were. but here she is in this hell with noone to turn to without love without justice.
the demons continue to keep the pressure on, she falters and gives up.
noone there to help, noone there to care. alone ans lost, she gives up. she wants it all to end. it might be bittersweet. a final rest. a place to give in, noone will care is she is gone. noone will even notice.
so she kneels and bows her head, praying for the end. anything to take the pain away. take me, take me away from this!
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