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The charmers are playing their game of glamour and deceit. Every move of theirs is a blend of trickery and enchantment. These beings of sophistication cast a dreamlike spell on the forlorn. Charmers complete the incantation by whispering a traditional ritual. They have held captive the minds of the forlorn. They can either rupture the mind or can create one of their own kind. Meanwhile, the forlorn cry out in surreal pain. It isn't too late. The charmers are not so perilous as they appear to be. This hypnotic reality is creating boundaries. The forlorn must step forward to change the game.
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 3:00 AM UTC
A game of glamour and deceit
The charmers are playing their game of glamour and deceit. Every move of theirs is a blend of trickery and enchantment. These beings of sophistication cast a dreamlike spell on the forlorn. Charmers complete the incantation by whispering a traditional ritual. They have held captive the minds of the forlorn. They can either rupture the mind or can create one of their own kind. Meanwhile, the forlorn cry out in surreal pain. It isn't too late. The charmers are not so perilous as they appear to be. This hypnotic reality is creating boundaries. The forlorn must step forward to change the game.
Change is the key in this game, or else it's just a cycle of unbearable emotions.
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 3:00 AM UTC
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