You start as child who has nothing but their innocence in a brown bag and you clean the gutters to survive. People around you put you down, or lock you away… And you’re hurt like a flower being cut from the sun. But you still continue to think that there is good in people, and you dream of things. Things every girl dreams. Things every girl has except you. And then you meet your fairy godmother. And she says she’s gonna make it all come true. She grants your wishes, and you’re happy. All your dreams come true…you’re at the ball, and you’re dancing with the prince and you’re beautiful and no one can touch you. But then it ends. The clock strikes midnight and you die. You die and die so hard when you’re dead you are still dying. You wither away, wither away back into the girl you were before. But you are no longer innocent. You are no longer young, and pure and happy. The price to be in a fairy tale just for a moment, is to live in a nightmare forever more. (Beat.) Is it worth it?
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