"π»π¬π³π³ π΄π¬ π«π¨ππ¨π° πΎπ―π π°πΊ π°π» ππΆπΌπΉ πΎπ°πΊπ― π»πΆ π«π°π¬ ?" Can a soul still assert its existence when it has no desire to live and is instead taking an outline of readiness for death? If all that is left of a person is their wounded heart and their voice, how can they possibly remain in this cruel world? -In which a suicidal freak meets a rubber freak who is as stupid as she is and promises her an adventure etched in the stars above them and written in blood.
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