misstree I forget sometimes that I am fated to this place. Even when the marriage is paperless, I am outside of it, a child with face pressed to glass, dreaming of what is forever out of reach.

It is no kindness to keep me here. Shove me away, let me be lonely but free. Just as a princess knows her place in a fairy_tale, I know I will never be inside, warm and safe. There is no home for me there. If you have for me any heart, throw me away.
what's it to you?
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