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September 18, 2010
We are so alike, you and I.

The world is never good enough for us. We need more. We need to exist in those stories we told as children.

"I'm half fairy."

"Well, I'm a witch. I can fly on a broomstick."

"I can fly without a broomstick."

"I can turn you into a frog!"

"I can turn into a dragon!"

"Liar."

"You're the liar, liar."

"Shut up!"

So many years later, and we're still telling ourselves lies. We're still looking for fairytale. We can't grow up. We will die young, old and withered and trapped in wheelchairs.

Still children.