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?
Pharatropic by Pharagonescia
Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
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