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it’s pretty hard to be me, the invisible boy. i come and go with the seasons and ride on the wind. i dont mind being by myself having fun causing trouble but 300 years is pushing it. was i anyone before i was me? weird question i know. but i just cant stop asking it. they all walk right through me and i cant help but feeling like nothing i do really matters in the end then i’m chosen by the moon and i could win back all those secrets. of who i used to be. { was i ever something different? }

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