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Sep 2021
I forgive you, I forgive me, I even forgive the Yggdrasilly tree that swung me. I forgive them, I forgive us, I forgive the festering wounds, infected with pus. Forgive the collective, forgive unrespective. It's time to free us to give up ghosts and get this.
Written by
MissNeona
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