I lived in a fairy tale of my own making—
With a crystal castle, wearing rose-colored glasses.
Yet I trusted people without a second thought,
Never noticing the knife clutched in their hands.
I gave them the key to my pain,
Welcoming them into the home where my heart knows no bounds.
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I lived in a fairy tale of my own making— With a crystal castle, wearing rose-colored glasses. Yet I trusted people without a second thought, Never noticing the knife clutched in their hands. I gave them the key to my pain, Welcoming them into the home where my heart knows no bounds.

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