she is the kind of girl who prefer been in fairy tale than on her own land. she loves to dream about the thing she used to not have. she wished she was the princess sitting there in a pillar, looking out through green grass all over her sanctuary, waiting hopelessly for a knight from day to night to save her, away from the boredom the place hold her. She believed she supposed not to be the kind of girl who darns to jump out the window pane, put out the white dress, not straighten her curly hair and take out the diamond crown. The princess always used to the saying she been told through her life in the palace that she belongs to someone who deserves her. She keep day dreaming of the prince till the gown she used to wear turns into rusty patches. Looking on the only mirror in her room, she now realized that she has lost all her sweet time on holding to something bizarrely unreachable. She says speak now to my heart. "I am the kind of girl who should rudely barging out the main door, feeling the wind struck my curly hair and walking through the tall grass shoeless" . For the first time, she sneak out of her room, and see her royals all dress in pastel. She getting up in her red mini dress, making her way through the door, waving goodbye to the fairy tale. With a diary in her hand, too many things yet to be unrevealed outside the dormant palace. The first thing she writes "sometimes when you try your best to be the charmest princess, you just look like a loser in tin foil" . Don't say no, run away now pauper.
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