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the need to adapt. into reality a creation - made up between those walls of granted pain. to feel worthy inside this world full of sharp claws, they are r  e   a   c    h     i      n      g        o        u        t for your inner child who lives in your mind's cave s c  r  a  t  c  h   i  n  g   the pure surface of your young blood that once was brave. admire those scars a permanent sign of your soul's fight. take it. remember. to convert it to the outside and make it your own guide who will  L I G H T the path through their vicious hands they will poke they will drain the spark in your sight.
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Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 11:40 AM UTC
adrenalin makes me forget
the need to adapt. into reality a creation - made up between those walls of granted pain. to feel worthy inside this world full of sharp claws, they are r  e   a   c    h     i      n      g        o        u        t for your inner child who lives in your mind's cave s c  r  a  t  c  h   i  n  g   the pure surface of your young blood that once was brave. admire those scars a permanent sign of your soul's fight. take it. remember. to convert it to the outside and make it your own guide who will  L I G H T the path through their vicious hands they will poke they will drain the spark in your sight.
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Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 11:40 AM UTC
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