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She loved it. Those people even thougth she did meet them, they're happy souls. And every night she dreamed about meeting them, about hugging them, about being just another fangirl, but, a fangirl with the dream made. Don't you dare subestimate their power, our power. We can do the impossible to make our happy souls, happy. We live for watching our loved ones happy, with us or without us. We are happy knowing they exist, we are happy having that little faith, hope, and dream that we will make it. That we will met them. But until then we have our screens, our laptops, cellphones, Tumblr, fan fics, fanart. We have internet to dont fell alone, to sit down and cry, realising how fucked up is loving someone who doesnt know you exist, but knows we are a lot and that person is happy about that. About being loved without feeling akward about teenagers having their faces as wallpaper in their phones. And this now, is Ok. Just be proud of every shit you are, and be proud about being a FANGIRL. I
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