When we were little kids we believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith in what your grandparents or parents recited to you... The tales on Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could experience them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust or rather believe. But the problem is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and they will meet with their Happy Ending. I've also heard that it's possible to grow up - I've just never met anyone who's actually done it. Without parents to defy, we break the rules we make for ourselves. We throw tantrums w...
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