Rescued

I didn’t know my father,

so when I was little,

I used to believe that my dad would come and rescue me

and my life would be wonderful.

I carried the same delusion as an adult;

I hoped a man would fall in love with me

and save me from my troubles.

I’m glad I woke up from the fairytale and rescued myself.

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