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Mar 1
Freedom
A calm weary voice comes from the corner:
'Freedom is the death of mourner.
We want the pain inflicted upon us to fade,
The time heals it all, after we're dead.'
-12:31 AM
Written by
Xasvel  20/F
(20/F)   
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   Liana, aAr and Nemusa
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