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Something im kinda insecure about but the legend kit of christopher marlowe holds a unbelievable clutch on my soul. And i will always think of him. The first page is titled "draft" as im not sure what else to throw into here. Please let me know. Heh. 

Most importantly, this was dedicated to my wonderful best friend vesy. Who is incredibly insightful on marlowe. Literally has been dedicating so many years to marlowe, as some prisoners like to say most of their life on something is imprisonment. Not to this girl. This could be far from the truth. As to why this exists.. she gives me hope and inspires mw daily. I love you. Thank you. And this is also for marlowe fans past and present. Who feel confined to write about marlowe. Just write. Give it your all. You will do fine. I love you kit marlowe fans. Have my soul. U bloody basto
Written by: sam/jenesis
March 4th2023

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