I’d wish to make the books I read real.
I’d wish for a fairytale lover and fairytale friends.
I’d wish for them to care like in the stories.
Because then they’re real.
I’d wish for them to escape from reality.
From everything trying to make us lose our voices.
From not knowing who I am.
I’d disappear and only a few would care.
I’d wish to live in the stories I read and to be able to change between them and reality.
This is the escape I wish for, the escape I want, the escape I sometimes need.
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