Constelação de Palavras

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I was once a little girl. I believed in fairytales; in happy-endings. I believed life would be easier, funnier, more peacefull. 

I was wrong.

Not because this things don’t exist. They do. But I was naive. I thought I could have them. Sometimes, you can’t. Sometimes, you’re a woman. And you grow up. And you realize things can’t happen the way you want it to.

But there’s still, hope.

And we all should live with that little bit of hope. It’s what make happy endings. It’s what make things not easier, but, at least, bearable.