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FLICKER /Niall Horan FF./ [ENG]
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Last published Sun, Apr 19, 2020
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-I'm not sick, lost, just sometime I can see things differently, that I can be myself. But I need a companion that I can really laughing.
-Gives wings, if you have for whom. If you have someone, who carry about you, the fight is more beautiful. Who doesn't want give from himself, he will take away everything from himself. Just love can save you.
- Wake me up inside, let me believe, that I don't have to hate myself.
- But who doesn't dominate on the fears, other dominating on him. You can lose as much things if you can't fight with the fears. Please try to defeat it. No problem if you're sometime afraid or you want help from someone. But you'll lost, if you live with fears.
~You wouldn't have picked me when I was on the floor. You should've caught me when I fell down.~ /Niall Horan/ |Original: Graffiti|
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