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Feb 2019
I know you and me are survivors.
An army of an old fife fleet.
We travel the land of freedom igniters
A race against the world.

Practice military confrontation.
The pain of being driven by aggression.
Living life without an occupation.
The people lack information.

My thought and ways of being ill prepared.
A final battle on the stretched barrier.
A letter from an openly declared
Followed by the voice similar to **** terror.
s Willow
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s Willow  22/Gender Fluid/Any dark room
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