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Punk at heart. Chasing the frequencies that change people. ๐ŸŽ™๏ธ Every voice leaves a mark. Some stories leave scars. Some scars become maps.
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The butterfly passed Selka, passed Merrin close enough that he felt the air shift, and continued to Nu. Merrin had spent eleven years waiting to understand what the Gollard was for. He revised the estimate: that was what eleven years had been for. @FinalbosuX
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