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One step forward, two steps back. I’m trapped in an endless tango. My dancing partner is Bad Luck. Tied together with chains of fate, We strut across the wooden floor. With every attempt to leave this Spinning choreography tornado, I am twirled back into his arms.
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Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 7:35 PM UTC
46/8 "The Dance"
One step forward, two steps back. I’m trapped in an endless tango. My dancing partner is Bad Luck. Tied together with chains of fate, We strut across the wooden floor. With every attempt to leave this Spinning choreography tornado, I am twirled back into his arms.
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Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 7:35 PM UTC
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