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Chasing fairytales is so exhausting.
So is pretending to be okay with
the inevitable heat death of the
universe. Because, let's face it: we're not.
I used to believe in happy endings.
I used to think fairytales were in reach
and the sun would shine forever. So I
could dance with my prince with the sun shining.
But the sun doesn't care if you're dancing.
It doesn't care if you told it secrets.
It is the most powerful thing in the
universe and it will swallow us up.
No matter how much you cry and beg with
with sun; It has to fall asleep as well.