Far From Earth

Chronicles From Zeta Reticuli

Strings

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It’s too bed when you are a puppet who can (sometimes) see the strings. It’s in those moments that I feel me wrong and that I fully understand how I really grew up. Maybe It’s just time to broke the strings (and, possibly, get blue :D ).

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Author: Greg Icy Stark

Who am I ? Nothing but the shadow in your eyes, an unknown feeling, a chilly autumn wind.

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