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They told me stories, threatened me when I retold them, kept the truth from till the sleeping beauty awoke, mixed colors and made my head spin. They kept the truth from me until the sleeping beauty awoke to a world where her father had sent the kingdom into a spiral away from tradition and into a sharp turn that narrowly missed a brick wall. Walls of brick still closely line out path, but I’m getting away from myself. I now have twelve stories to tell, as well as my own, and I’m still not entirely sure that I know the truth.