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Last published Sat, May 12, 2018
"I, Zentaria, am a simple female of a young age, suffering from an internal darkness. I know not of where I am, my state of being, or why I am here. All I know is that I wish to be freed. I wish to be released of my pains that I fear no one else can feel."
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