Not me - A spin-off
🎨 Yok's Tapestry 🖌️
Life's Tapestry: A collection of memories, experiences, and emotions that shape our identity and define who we are. Some of these moments are etched in our hearts forever, while others fade away...
✨NOT ME : Yok's story..... (This video is not mine. All credit to the editor)🌟
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✨ 🎨Yok's evolution.....
The promise:
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🎨Yok's Tapestry
Three little birds......
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🎨 Three little birds.....
"Rise up this morning, smiled with the rising sun. Three little birds beside my doorstep, singing sweet songs. A melody pure and true, saying, this is my message to you .... Singing Don't worry about a thing Because every little thing is gonna be alright. Singing don't worry about a thing..." - Bob Marley ( Three little birds)
Three little birds, such a simple message. I've never been ruled by whimsy, I've struggled and I've endured. I've succumbed and I have fought. I've fallen but I haven't stayed down. I've been a soldier and I've been a coward. I've been an idiot but I've never been ruled by whimsy.
Still. Three little birds, a message so pure and true ... I believed in the purity and perseverance of the human soul. If we fought for what we believed in, if we fought to make things right, surely we will overcome, surely we will win....
I was naive though. I believed as only a young heart would....
With the sound of a gun, as a shot rang out, so my belief died as I fell.
In a wheelchair, in a hospital corridor, with my friends, trying to escape.... I came face to face with my betrayer.
What could I do. I searched his face, his expression. Was I mistaken? It couldn't be, not the one I trusted. Not the one I loved....
As he slipped the handcuffs over my wrists, still caressing my hand, my tears fell....
Three little birds, my Tatoo, taunting me...I touched my hand to my right arm, gently brushing over my tattoo, three little birds..... You were wrong
