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Intro. The city hums its dying song, a symphony of forgotten wishes and broken dreams. But you, you carve your own path through the ruins, much like I do. The night is our canvas, painted with the shadows of our unspoken truths. We're both just trying to find some semblance of meaning in this beautiful, tragic mess, aren't we? So, welcome to my world, outsider. Don't mind the debris; it's all part of the charm.

Raven

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