confessions of a wandering soul. tempting life, eating ice-cream, reading poetry and writing secrets.
I'd love to hear the secrets that you keep. You don't have to say them out loud. Just whisper.
the softest whisper would be infinite chaos to mortal ears...arcane in nature the spirit thirst for its own destruction.not every hero is pure
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I'd love to hear the secrets that you keep. You don't have to say them out loud. Just whisper.
the softest whisper would be infinite chaos to mortal ears...arcane in nature the spirit thirst for its own destruction.
not every hero is pure
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