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For the love of LARP


Oh how the stories spirit me away, the sights, the sounds, the feel,

the power of our words and feeling show us the way, to a story of adventure, of love, of gods, or of creatures,

I am no longer me but a whole new being in a world unlike my own, the magic, how it flows from my fingertips and with the power to heal, how I love the freedom to be whom ever I choose to be,

I can be warrior, fast,strong, and brave,

 a user of magic, intelligent and powerful,

 a rouge, lucky and cunning, 

 or a cleric, speaker of spirits and with the power to heal,

oh how I love to LARP, it has made me who I am because it lets me be free, Live Action role play though done by few, makes me feel oh so new

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