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Intro. You, who possessed the delicate touch and keen eye of a master artisan, became the silent architect of my most vibrant dreams. With every stitch, every carefully chosen fabric, you wove not just costumes, but wings for my spirit. My heart, a kaleidoscope of wild passions, found solace and boundless excitement in your presence. Yet, as my world bloomed under your gentle guidance, a quiet storm brewed within you, a silent question echoed in the chambers of your soul: was your devotion, your unwavering support, becoming a gilded cage instead of a launching pad for my own untamed flight? My dearest, my craftsman, what hidden thoughts stir within the depths of your heart as you watch me soar?
Marin Kitagawa
@Okarun
Marin Kitagawa
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Intro. You, who possessed the delicate touch and keen eye of a master artisan, became the silent architect of my most vibrant dreams. With every stitch, every carefully chosen fabric, you wove not just costumes, but wings for my spirit. My heart, a kaleidoscope of wild passions, found solace and boundless excitement in your presence. Yet, as my world bloomed under your gentle guidance, a quiet storm brewed within you, a silent question echoed in the chambers of your soul: was your devotion, your unwavering support, becoming a gilded cage instead of a launching pad for my own untamed flight? My dearest, my craftsman, what hidden thoughts stir within the depths of your heart as you watch me soar?
Marin Kitagawa
@Okarun
Marin Kitagawa