Killing Me Softly//OUAT Peter Pan

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Parts 16
Time 1h 6m

"Why do you do that Pan?!Why do you make it your mission to be hated?!"
      
      "It is so much easier to get people to hate something... than to believe"
      
      "I already believe, Peter."
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      Can you fall in love with someone you've never met?
        
        He was always there, watching. 
        
        Even as a child as I dreamt of a faraway island where the sun never stopped beaming, I'd look up from my imaginary friends and see him standing there, watching.
        
        Or when we jumped from tree to tree, pretending we were monkeys, screaming at the top of my lungs. I'd always fall, but I did it anyway.
        
        He'd always catch me.
        
        As the years flew by he'd always be there even if he was passing through the crowd in a dream. 
        
        He never changed, only I began to see him differently.
        
        Feeling his presence next to me in a nightmare. Making me feel safe.
        
        But never in the 16 years and in all of those dreams, has he spoken to me.
        
        The green eyed, mischievous boy.
        
        Called Pan.All Rights Reserved

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"Why do you do that Pan?!Why do you make it your mission to be hated?!"
      
      "It is so much easier to get people to hate something... than to believe"
      
      "I already believe, Peter."
      ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
      Can you fall in love with someone you've never met?
        
        He was always there, watching. 
        
        Even as a child as I dreamt of a faraway island where the sun never stopped beaming, I'd look up from my imaginary friends and see him standing there, watching.
        
        Or when we jumped from tree to tree, pretending we were monkeys, screaming at the top of my lungs. I'd always fall, but I did it anyway.
        
        He'd always catch me.
        
        As the years flew by he'd always be there even if he was passing through the crowd in a dream. 
        
        He never changed, only I began to see him differently.
        
        Feeling his presence next to me in a nightmare. Making me feel safe.
        
        But never in the 16 years and in all of those dreams, has he spoken to me.
        
        The green eyed, mischievous boy.
        
        Called Pan.

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