A man with issues, open doors , a girl at sea, the flight of birds, the songs of night...All that remains is the lulluby.
**Disclaimer**
This would be a mix of story and prose. At least at this stage.
The cover is not my own. I claim no rights over it. I only own the story. Also, don't expect punctuations. I suck at them.
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Trigger Warning for people with depression : If you need help, please contact helplines. There are many on Wattpad itself. This story/ poem collection is not meant for you to wallow in. It is rather a means of escape, for you to find some solace.
The stories are based on fictional characters and are in no way connected to real life.
Please be advised and take care of your health. May the Lord be with you.