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Apr 28
Everything built by fear
will fall by its own hand.

History forgets.
Power lies.
Walls rot.
Names change.

And still -
there is a current under the noise.
A pulse in the dust.
A thousand invisible hands
holding up the sky.

We are not promised survival.
But we are proof it is possible.
We are not promised an easy path, but we are proof that we can endure, no matter what.
Nev
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Nev  17/F/United States
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   Immortality
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