Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you. In my hand, is a pen that will write a poem of me and you. The ink flows down into a dark puddle. Just move your hand, write the way into his heart. But in this world of infinite choices, What will it take, just to find that special day? What will it take, just to find... That special day?
—from Your Reality, a song by Team Salvato
Active since January 1, 1970.
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| 2. | (clergy) | 135.74 | 98.3% | 2024-02-11 |
| 3. | -ⲘᎯᖇⲕ⋎⟆- (mark4... | 135.37 | 99.4% | 2024-02-07 |
| 4. | (charlieog) | 133.87 | 98.5% | 2024-02-08 |
| 5. | ansix (an66) | 129.98 | 97.4% | 2024-02-07 |
| 6. | [BOT] (slowtexts) | 98.54 | 98% | 2024-01-14 |
| 7. | -ˏˋ 🌟 ˎˊ- (rektless) | 94.45 | 98.4% | 2024-01-26 |
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