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May 2019
I aimlessly walk like a blind hunter in the wilderness, without any direction nor certainty of my purpose or future. I have many questions and yet no one to ask i have many stories but no one to tell. My heart beats not for my desires but for the ones I love. My regrets haunt my mind and tire my soul I am left alone.
Inno Styles
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Inno Styles  20/M
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