Alan Walker - Alone with a Hope
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I wish people would stop judging me
I wish they would understand what Im dealing with
I feel so empty
I feel so broken inside
I feel so so Alone...
As she opens up her eyes, she felt like she was flying high, no one was indeed against her instead they were with her. The music blasted off loud as the bass dropped. She was moving with rhythm of the melodies. Her surroundings was filled with loves in the air. People were in it with her especially that special someone who made her believe in herself.
Thats when she realised, she was not Alone.
Never was, never did.
Because of her Hope that never died.
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White means purity, innocence, vacancy, and a sugar sweetness. That explains how Marshmello got way in over his head. Black means mystery, elegance, death, mourning, and misfortune. That explains why the Walkers keep loosing. But not everything is what it appears as on the surface. //notes: No Smut, minimal swearing, occasional fourth wall breaks, Angst. This is in no way serious, and not intended to connect to real life, apart from what is widely known, and a lot of details are even made up (do not take anything I say in here for truth, search it up before you spread it around; I've made that mistake myself with other fics). I'm just taking personas and using them like normal original characters (although of course they're not mine). Don't like, don't read, this is no way intended to offend or embarrass ANYONE. The chapters start off really short (400 words) because I had no idea how long to make chapters back then. Around chapter 85 they jump up to being over 1000 words. Lots of O.C.s (Mainly Walkers) but the main characters are still Alan, Mello, K, #22, etc. YES #28300 IS COMING SHE HAS A LATE INTRODUCTION If you see your number, tell me, I'll remove it if you want (I didn't check any numbers I just consider this an alternate reality) I am putting my own take in the World of Walker lore, NOT ITS NOT GONNA BE 100% ACCURATE but it'll be close hopefully Cover art by me. The sponsor note on the cover is an inside joke, I'm not actually getting paid. ...That was a lot of blabbing. And so is this story. You have been warned.
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