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𝙏𝙊 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙉𝘿:
A faint hint of chance washed away against the backdrop of a silver youngster that seemed to never end. Thus shall they taste the sweetness and mirth yet one of us shall let the bitterness count on forgiveness; the death that was foreordained by the black-hearted savior has risen. Forever etched by one's honesty and craze, lingering there, and written solely by Everidges-Thism. ⠀
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