ㅤD.RIFT dan repost
Fueled by unspoken greatness left to decay, every step echoes what could've been. Ash under the boots, smoke in the veins (E. 20, 48) Nothing louder than silence with wasted potential.
@Deathrift's footsteps drag through dust that once shimmered with old promise for those rooted in profneeds, writing, and art commissions. No masks, no side accounts. Come as your primary account, bring the weight you carry within the door in front of you. Knock where the noise always reaches @dreeftbot. If you’re built for the craft, this is where the groundwork turns into a grind. Don't let some stories end before the first line and the silence still echoes where they should’ve been.
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@Deathrift's footsteps drag through dust that once shimmered with old promise for those rooted in profneeds, writing, and art commissions. No masks, no side accounts. Come as your primary account, bring the weight you carry within the door in front of you. Knock where the noise always reaches @dreeftbot. If you’re built for the craft, this is where the groundwork turns into a grind. Don't let some stories end before the first line and the silence still echoes where they should’ve been.
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