Gardens of Gamelyn

If thats what I am, hence into Day 11

Waking up to a blissful world with hangs of the reverent emotes, tends to be swindling form of livelihood, to have been and yet recised is a bridge yet to be crossed. Resistance can tear one apart, but to endure the bleth is to never have been and never to have decided, but to have a sign of uprighting centaur coming to the morning bliss is what we believe in and close our eyes with , as with the residual of life has become a martyr of natures tomb…

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