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She stood at the edge of a precipice, between one moment and the next. Hot tears run down her cheeks and her palms clenched tight like they could burn a forest. The wind blows around whisking her black hair around in a Disney-like fashion. Rolling her eyes thinking Disney-like in the foulest way imaginable, a disgusting cliche of whimsy and "how good I don't have it." Slowly tears of dreams of Disney magic drop to the ground then she looks over the cliff edge. "It's a small world after all!" she yells out loud. Unfortunately, no whooping mechanical children were ready to break the weight of her fall. No Prince was running to her rescue, sweeping her off her feet to live a happily ever after. All she wanted was her happy ever after, someone to bring a glass slipper. Her feet were to big to fit any figure perfect fake princess's shoe anyways. Blinking her eyes she lays down look at the stars. Sitting up she looks behind her at the ten foot high deck. It was not that horrid fall she thought it would be. Fairly tales are for fairies. And she knew she was better, than a fairy she was real.