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  When I was young fairy tales filled my mind. I dreamt of my prince coming to take me away. And if I wished on a star,  my dreams would come true. and if my heart cried out, love would save me.  But by growing up, every tale told became cursed. There was no prince. Stars denied my wishes. And dreams that I dared to dream never did come true. Hopes faded as I became jaded. Life grew dark. Life was killing the dream. But I needed to somehow keep those precious tales alive. With each shattered dream, I grew stronger finding myself returning to those tales believing what my heart always knew. That someday a wish upon a star, would come true. It wasn't until I heard those voices again of love and hope Snow White and Cinderella singing to me familiar songs where I could begin to dream again, and live again. Hope was alive because of those stories. If you're told something enough times, you'll start to believe. And I did with all my heart and still do today even though everyone tells me, "That only happens in fairy tales!" The little innocent girl within refuses to let those tales go. Author Unknown |
