"It's a fairytale," he said. My response? Silence then a half-heatedly thrown dirty look as I shut the door in his face. He didn't even notice. He was finishing his cigarette anyway. There is no understanding in his eyes and I doubt there will ever be. He is incapable of grasping the weight this "fairytale" has on me. A fairytale? I am at a loss and I don't know how to handle such cruel words. I'm not ashamed of my fragility. I know i'm right.
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