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[ghettocasper]

this body is a prison. I am trapped here; this town, this brain, these walls. This body is a prison and my lack of lust for breath is a abar amon maay, a tool to hold my hooves from planting on less trodden grounds. A bar among many, a sould which has stolen from what once had the chance to be and has failed to make anything with it. I have

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[sean_tell]

run away with me?