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fic childhood (my OC)

It is contact with many shatter memory in my OC. ah well. I know you didnt like it.

But i just post it in here anyway. Because I never a good teller story, or neither a good writer to make people understand. And it not good enough or not long enough to make a fic, or post on DA

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Lirya Faelivrin and Kyle Mallory

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But even flying always clear whether forward, he still can not embrace the moon in his arms. It looks like a gold and silver demand as it flew, backward keeping a fixed distance, so close but yet so far from the heart.

”Why is it …” - he serves Coddle

”Because the moon is so big and brilliant that even being so far away it still makes you feel close to.”

That time he did not understand life as well. There were things in the very distant capital that seemed so close, but could not be grasped. Then he was just a child ten years old, who easy laughed and cryed easily.

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“Without darkness there will be no light”

Life always has two sides, The Maker/Creator has never forgotten the color of his light. But before the blessing, maybe he wanted to challenge, push them down the dark end.

Between the deep grooves, happiness is a sunbeam far away, so small that it could seem it does not exist.

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On that day he heard, surprised, a symphony music ring. Melodic and sweet. No pain, no complain, just gentle lullabies in the name of the Goddess. He asked Lirya why.

”Because the soul should be left at peace, and be happy if they can not carry the pain inside anymore.”

Then again, she takes up her living soul away; it is a gentle but far more blurred feeling, which brings torment and harmony to the tune growing from her flute.