Nickk Ryann

Warrior undead.

I am lame for it.






Humility tells me; PLEASE don't freak out.Utmost sensibility helps me no doubt.
Thank you for all that has had my back and before comfrontations lurking behind.
Where red fern grows was a story leading some of us somewhere special far from anything counters aligned.
Being forwarth front surely I can be ok; if the inner center of dense is rather better than breathing difference today.
Found inside somethings we know are to be with or without; there is no turns made tossing a shadow beyond any doubt.

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