Wandering Out Lostly
No matter how far I travel, I can never seem to reach the stars.
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You clamored for freedom, but what you really wanted was power. What good is freedom if you can't actually do anything?
Chiisana Boukensha by Masato Coda
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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