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Jun 2021
The obscure, the unknown
gives me a chance,
while the real world
denies me the right to exist.
Reality tries to pull my strings,
but it's never just me
they have to face.
I have a hundred soldiers
in the body of one,
and among a thousand "myselves"
is where I belong.
Ꭷ Ꮇ Ꮛ Ꮐ Ꭺ
Written by
Ꭷ Ꮇ Ꮛ Ꮐ Ꭺ  23/M/NotFoundYet
(23/M/NotFoundYet)   
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   Brett
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