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That's how the story ends,

I run away from the myth before another begins.

When does the good girl win?

He was the sexiest of evil.

The perfect sin.

Grew up and realized that happiness is a lie.

Just wish that I could rewind

and face reality cause I discovered one enchanted evening.

That's when I knew that love was fake.

I don't believe in happy endings.

I don't believe in fairytales