A Midnight Ballet Story

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Saturday, July 24, 2010 @ 1:39 AM

& then I start to wonder, if I have it happen again, will I get hurt again?
Because the thing is, I am fucking tired of getting hurt.

Life is not all about castles with prince and princesses who has a fairy godmother or a pixie to save the day.
Life is more about cruel stepmothers and bad dragon that blows fire right at your face.

It ironic how someone who can make you stay strong is also at the same time, your weakness.