notes: first one-shot; i know it's really bad, :(
"I am a princess, all girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics, even if they dress in rags, even if they aren't pretty, or smart, or young. They're still princesses, at heart."
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it starts back then (back when?)
back then in the eighth grade
where girls gush over boys boys gush in a manly way over girls
and they all want their fairy-tales that they'll never get, because, oops.
fairytales don't exist
the ways of the world are new
because there are sometimes...unspoken rules
& supposedly, if you break one of them
you might as well die
dylan breaks this rule, and she finds herself
(falling)
(flying)
(falling)
off the face of the earth
but she's been lost so long in the dimensions of space that falling
falling's not even an option anymore
falling is just like flying
except there's a more permanent destination
but, in the reality, dylan's just drowning
derrick says she wasn't your real friend
and all dylan does is cry in reply
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her heart's broken, junk food-filled glass falling to pieces
(her aching body falls to the floor)
and now it's just cry-sob-weep
and dylan's life is more of a cycle, repeat, repeat
the repeat button breaks
and so does the circle of life
dylan's life is a never-ending circle
(spinning round and round like a carousel)
and can't she just escape
no, that would be ending the game. life doesn't play fair
tears wet her eyes.
when she turns away from two slihouettes in a closet
designer dress + baggy shorts
oh, dylly knows exactly who they are
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what has she done to herself?
dyl-pickles, dylly, dylan, it's all a jumble in her messed-up mind
she doesn't know what's right from wrong
glass shatters
cries and screams
she covers it up with darkness
but the blood spills are still there, crimson and shimmering
she could have been a princess
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dylan looks beautiful in white
she's always been the kind of girl who believes in fairy-tales
dancing and prancing 'round the house
wondering if her knight in shining armor will ever rescue her
in a way, her life is somewhat like a fairy-tale
she's the wicked witch
everything goes wrong for the evil
has she done anything wrong?
dylan doesn't know
nobody's there when she needs them
(she wants go home, but nobody's home)
she compares her life to a fairytale
and realizes, quite suddenly,
that fairytales don't exist
but tragedies do.
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she throws her phone against the wall, her thin body falling in sobs
falls to the floor, and it just won't get up-up-up
is that okay?
to fall to pieces?
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she's just walking in the meadows
through the primrose path in one of her old dresses
it's polka-dot, and it's just so...nice
for a moment, dylan is five again
happy and carefree
without a worry in the world
then she grows up
and the big, bad world
oh, deary, it's a terrible place out there
if she only knew before
maybe her life could have been better
she could have been a princess
he could have been a king
they could have had a castle
she could have worn a ring
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she's never good enough, and dylan just doesn't know why
you see, massie's all alpha and leader and all her friends love her
-just because alicia's the loyal beta and good at dancing and witty all the same
and kristen's sporty and skinny and smart
even claire's sweet and beautiful and kind with her wispy blond hair and pale skin
dylan's just...dylan.
she wants to be beautiful, to be perfect
but why can't she just be?
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they both fall together in the best kind of way
it's also the worst kind of way
'cause their love
it's kind of messed-up
but that's the way that dylan likes her dysfunctional fairytales
if this even a fairy-tale
you remember some things, because you know you'll never do them again
it just doesn't work
dylan and josh
what kind of couple are we?
a nonexistent type, he replies.
dylan decides that love doesn't exist
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she falls
nobody catches her
the clock chimes at twelve