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The Impossible [DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE]
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Last published Sat, Apr 18, 2015
Metaphorically, most people would say their life is a story.
I used to be one of those people; I knew that a story is a story, and you don't get to choose or change whatever goes on in it.
But, at the same time, I wished for a new start; to leave all bad memories and people who have done me bad behind.
I wanted to travel; see new places, different arts, different music touching hearts.
I aspired to meet new people who would show me what it was to love and be loved in return.
I dreamed of leaving it all behind, to erase my book back to the cover, and re-write my story as I pleased.
And, one day, my wish came true.
But just not the way I thought it would.
Because the world I lived in wasn't just a story.
I'm Saf, and my life, is the fanfiction of the world.
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