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REVIVAL
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jul 15, 2020
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Fantasy
Imagine tomorrow. So much has changed, and so much has not. Life is still cruel. Our world is still flawed. But out of the darkness comes beauty. Beauty in a world where young hearts fight to thrive. A newer but not so improved world built upon money, power, majick, violence, sex, drugs, tragedy, and above all, rock&roll. Follow the stories of a once scattered group of our present society's sons and daughters as they attempt to conquer the world and live like kings, molding their lives into something beautiful. Witness them be unified in their journeys during an event that looks and sounds like Warped Tour, but is Woodstock born again. It's the year 2032, the year of REVIVAL.
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This would be really boring. You don't need to waste time reading this. Not just boring, it might be even heartbreaking. The story was still going on, and therefore I had no idea whether it would end in a tragedy or not, but I had a feeling it would. And it did. We broke up under the striking, burning sun of 19th September, 2016. I write usually in a monotone description, therefore don't judge if you read this. My name is Rue, and I wish my life could be like the picture I put as a cover of my story, colourful, calm, and with a soulmate who keeps loving me all the way. However, things never happen as what we would like them to happen. I don't love my life, but I want to remember all that once happened. I want to look back one day, when I'm fully grown, and smile or tell my old self right now that I'm dumb. Mostly and lastly, I just want to remember him, the one I very much remember right now, but will fade in times to come. It is already fading now, and I only hope that I can write them all before they disappear from my mind, forever...

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