“I wish to be a fairy with wings of firewings made of my anger that will never tirewings so strong, they will never quiverof hearing my reputation any soul will shiverwings so sturdy no one will be able to hurt mewings that can bring down anyone, no matter how mightywings that reach up above any mountain and to the skywings that will surge and in the greatest of heights flyI wish to be a fairy made of the sun fireI wish to be the true me that I desireThis book is about my struggles as the strange kid in every room I ever entered, and my fantasies of other worlds.”
Moonlight glints and winks with a soft hum as girls in soft satin dresses dance around the fire. I can taste notes of empty forests and flowers smeared with blood on my tongue. Different reasons of their betrayal plague my mind. I opt to scream inward and swallow the lump in my throat. I see the can...
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