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  • Now, I'm no princess and my life sure isn't a fairytale but I keep thinking that I'm in the throes of a curse-induced sleep - awaiting love's first kiss to revive me from my slumber.

    But where is my prince? I have no idea.

    But inside I'm actually resentful of the fact that I have to wait at all.

    Why does love seem to come so easily (and frequently) to others around me and has yet to knock at my door?

    The few times someone had knocked I was offered all manner of trinkets (tokens of "affection"; promises of something more) that turned out to only be poisoned apples, cursed combs, etc. I should have learned - but I was too naive, too eager...

    Since being trapped in this love-coma, I've tried to rouse my own self. I thought I'd succeeded once or twice. But I never got that far.

    So here I am, waiting.

    As the song goes, "do not awaken love before its time"
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