The smoke of a fractured soul carries whispers of untold stories, as identity dissolves into the ether of dreams and memories.
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The truth often lies just beyond what we choose to see, and sometimes it takes a delicate whisper, like a bird lifting the veil of our blindness, to set our vision free.
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"I can't afford it." vs. "How can I afford it?" Two mindsets. Two outcomes. GM
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