25/F/In My Own World Writing to stay alive. I'm nothing but a fool with a pen and a limited vocabulary
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Water rushes over her body and carries her away on this dark and stormy day and the birds they scream, and shout and cry as she tells the world goodbye.
You don't believe in fairytales you don't believe in magic and maybe that's the reason why you think everything is tragic. But if you lifted up your chin and you looked up to the sky you'd remember all the beauty it's just hidden in disguise. There is beauty in the light there is beauty in the dark there's still so much beauty in you it just needs to be resparked. So maybe if you started to believe In things like Peter Pan and Wendy maybe you'd begin to see that life's still filled with magic and happy endings.