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Jan 10. 2026
I’m a child who has perfect aim. When I strike, wisdom forgets its name. I attack when least expected, Leaving my targets connected. To me, love is merely a game.
Jan 10. 2026
I’m a child who has perfect aim. When I strike, wisdom forgets its name. I attack when least expected, Leaving my targets connected. To me, love is merely a game.