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The art of a living heart stealer

Lessera, II.
Joined July 2020
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So, I cannot access Kyyin. I planned to use Karina as my main chara, but since it cannot be accessed, I might change my muse on this account.
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Maybe love never left. It is just waiting for the right moment to come out of hiding. To find the right chance to talk, to ask how your day went, to smile whenever you do something silly, to be the sun whenever it rains.
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To love someone so brutally that poems taste bitter if you aren't there, and shows feel like an ache if you aren't here.
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Find me behind the stage, in every corner of the room, in every opening. Set your eyes only on me, as heaven always knows, my eyes never leave yours; I only have eyes for you.
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Summer Sonic 2026,
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The roaring crowds, somehow melodically made for us, take the excitement somewhere out of this planet. Visionary action combines with art—a masterpiece hand-drawn by God Himself. Here’s to much more fun. Slam down the doubts!
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if we slow down a bit and take a breath for a while, there is beauty in everything: the sun setting, the moon rising, and the joy of laughter.
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There are so many things that happened this year, yet I couldn't help but be grateful for everything. I have loved, lost, learned, and am finally able to stand again, dilly-dallying with my people. Right from the start, maybe I belonged here, with a smile and endless support.
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Merriest birthday to me; for all the ups and downs that happened, the words I wasn't able to share, and all the excitement I couldn't express. Cheers to four lifetimes waiting ahead of us.
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Hi! Selamat malam
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They say we have billions of "what-if" scenarios in our heads left unsaid, burning out every little cell as we wait for a small chance to talk again. But maybe, those were only my letters, kept for no one to understand.
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