Hope, the strongest magic

Hope, the strongest magic

AllisonVesteria

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Ongoing50m

Last published Sun, May 1, 2016

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-Everyone can die for love, the tricky part is to live for it. -So what if someone died bravely, only fools are not afraid of death. I'd like to see him live bravely, now that's an art few can master. -Don't let go of hope for if you lose hope you lost the life itself. My name is Rosalie, and when I was a kid I use to believe in magic. Foolish isn't it? Now I'm 16 years old, and I've lost my faith ever since i turned 11, and for the first time saw the world the way it is. A cruel and cold place where only the strongest or the richest rule, and everyone else needs to live with their head down. Long ago did I let go of all of my dreams filled with magic, unicorns, dragons, witches, fairies, werewolves, vampires, demons and angels... and exchanged them for empty dreamless nights occasionaly visited by nightmares. That's how i lived from then on, for 5 years. That is until I discovered the magic again, and inside myself no less. Indeed hope is the strongest magic of them all.

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