There isn't no fairytale.
We just afraid to believe it could be true someway.
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Dead Letters
PoetryWe are Afraid. The supposed Ones with bravery of hearts are weakened because of affection. Now we lay low on succulent beds and Undercovers. These are my honest Dead Letters.
Mind
There isn't no fairytale.
We just afraid to believe it could be true someway.