A story that I was stuck on,
A story that made me think every moment.
Why haven’t I completed it yet, when I had known the end
throughout?
Why have I manipulated the story, when I knew the truth after
all?
Why didn't I want the readers to read what the truth was?
I had too many questions for which I didn't have answers.
I was confused and lost.
For the first time I had to write what the readers wanted to
read.
For the first time I hid the truth.
For the first time I completed a story that was never meant
to have a happy ending.
A story that I wrote for the people who believed in happy
endings.
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