I have always been the princess locked away in the tower, guarded by a fire breathing dragon, and waiting for my hero to come rescue me,
and we'd live happily ever after.
The ones who I thought would rescue me, turned out to be the dragon misleading me and reminding me that I am trapped and alone.
I counted the days, the nights, and the tears shed while waiting.
In hoping someone would find me, I lost me.
So, I built a suit of armor from the past attempts of rescue and fitted myself a sword and shield,
I slayed the dragon and ran off to find my happy ending.
I chose me, more than anyone else ever would.
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I love how you used this fairytale trope!