Have you heard the story about a ticking beast? One that swallows a man whole and leaves not a morsel behind. A missing hand, an iron hook,a flying boy.
Fairy dust. That's what dreams are made of. With a sprinkle here, a dash there, an entire world comes to life.
Peter Pan is my favorite fairy tale boy. He yearns for a love that he may never have and accepts everything as it is and let's it all fall into place.
Wendy enjoys the time she spends in neverland but she wants to grow up too. She leaves it all behind to run back to a world filled with lies and deceit. She grows up and finds a word called 'husband'. Despicable really.
If Neverland was real, I'd never leave. No one deserves to be alone, not even Peter Pan.
If Neverland was real, I'd have brought Pan back with me.
I believe in fairies. Always will.
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