She was a pretty little girl.
At least she thought so.
She has a castle, with a beautiful garden, somewhere deep in the forest.
And the day will never turn dark.
It stays sunny and happy all the time.
So much of happiness, so much of laughter.
She walked into the forest, chasing butterflies.
A butterfly landed on her fingers.
She smiled and ripped off its' wings.
Another pairs of wings grew back, much prettier than the previous ones.
And the ones she ripped off, transformed into a lovely flower.
This is the place where mistakes are forgiven
And nothing dies.
Her prince came, with a tall white horse.
He was her knight of shining armour, ready to fight any evil beings that intend to hurt her.
But he was a trick.
Every predator has its own way of attracting its prey.
She was casted a spell.
As the clock struck twelve,
A group of people came.
She couldn't see their faces.
But they were tearing down her castle.
They burnt the forest.
She cried out loud, constantly rubbing her eyes.
Hoping things would change every time she rubs them.
They dragged her.
She was covered with soil.
They threw her into to a deep hole.
She begged them to take her out.
But all they did was to take a shovel and bury her.
Then they stopped.
A hand was being held out and she was lifted up from the hole.
They agreed to let her live.
On one condition, to help them bury the castle they tore down.
So, to bury the castle, let's bury the castle.
Let's bury the happiness you created in your dreams.
Let's feel pain and soak into the depression of reality.
Say goodbye to the little voice inside of us.
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