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Forward.

Forward, is the only direction the endless stream of time will go As it moves on, events become memories and eventually are passed on, Sometimes, to become mere legend, to be disputed within the walls of academies. However, for those who cling to the past, it remains stagnant, Even though their lives are fleeting, they seem convinced of devoting themselves to a cause they don't even know is right, for a belief that holds no merit, to uphold laws that supress and belittle the weak and defeated. May the gehenna they so desperately wish to burn those who disbelief, Engulf them fully, till time forgets them, too. ~Umi
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UmiofLove
26 / Agender / Germany
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26 / Agender / Germany
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Apr 3
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