What Ifs Are My Fairytale
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  • مقروء 1,104
  • صوت 61
  • أجزاء 27
  • الوقت 47m
إكمال، تم نشرها في ينا ٠٥, ٢٠١٣
A Collection of Emotions, Woven into a Tale. See how The What If's of Life affect other and yourself, These are my Fairytales! Enjoy

When they close in, when the world turns away. What then? Where do we turn? To each other, but we cannot see in the dark? Isn't that a scary thought, being unable to seek help, to seek refuge, to seek the warmth of another Human being. No, Because you are not alone, another is out there stumbling blindly towards you. Stop your movement and hold your ground, because if you stumble you could fall...

'People do Suffer, turning away from it is just plain cowardice. When somebody needs help you need to be ready to step up and open your arms or reach out a hand. Because that's all it takes to save a life.'

Life: Its game that's worth a roll of the die, spin of the dial, and turn of the card. Play it till you cash out, and beware your inner demons.
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