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Born by sparked eyes that saw too much / They were kept inside / Watched us so passionately / Yet, treated us like a problem waiting to happen. The mansion they should belong has burn; some were left in locked rooms and some were sent far off. Time Has Passed, and Silence Became Too Heavy....
Page of Grief: Unfortunatelyβhiding in a cup of longing isn't something they can bear anymore. βWe're Just Figures Who Yearn A Freedom!β They lose their angers. Time by time. Every breath is a blueprint for a payback, and every scar is a signature we can't escape. This time, the sons return not to be loved, but to be reckoned with. Not To Be Healed. But To Be Heard. To Be Feared.
Greetings, Noctrum! I am called (NAME), registered under the number (ID). The face I wear, borrowed or chosen, is known to some as (Park Jongseong/Shim Jaeyun/Park Sunghoon). I offer this as record, in hopes it reaches those who still remember what we are. VERITAS ANTE TIMOREM!
Hand your form to @NoctruumBot Youβve came this far, so admit that you already know who we are. Proud To Be Cast Out For What You Are! This is where it begins.
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