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With these broken feet, I'll stand. I'll wake my soul to life without gettin' fear of my dungeon inside. I'll let go of my fear where the grievous suffering is in store. & I'll let the world of truth be the one to deplore and abhor.                                                                          - Aubergine Cher Bautista
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Jun 3, 2021
Jun 3, 2021 at 3:30 AM UTC
The Cold Reality & the Flame of My Dream
With these broken feet, I'll stand. I'll wake my soul to life without gettin' fear of my dungeon inside. I'll let go of my fear where the grievous suffering is in store. & I'll let the world of truth be the one to deplore and abhor.                                                                          - Aubergine Cher Bautista
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Jun 3, 2021
Jun 3, 2021 at 3:30 AM UTC
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