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Joined June 2025
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ππ²π²ππ Β¨*:Β·. shapeshifter. on the run. poet at heart. recognize me while you can, identity is optional.
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ββgaze drifting toward whoever happens to be close enough to hear her. ββ¦and then go completely off the rails?β
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ββrest of the world doesnβt exist. patterns. always patterns. the corner of her mouth lifts faintly. βyou ever notice,β she says, mostly to the air but loud enough for someone nearby to catch it, βhow nights like this always start the same wayβ¦β she tilts her head slightly, ββ
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ββtouched in a while. her eyes move across the room, not really looking for anyone specific. justβ¦ watching. the nostalgia of the snapping turtle slipping in. a laugh breaks out near the pool table. someone arguing by the jukebox. a couple too close in the corner like the ββ
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music bleeding through the walls, neon flickering just a little too hard, the kind of place where people come to forget things or make them worse. safi stands just off to the side of the bar, one shoulder leaning against the wall, a half-finished drink in her hand she hasnβt ββ
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βΆοΈ β’αα||α|α|||| | πβππ πππ‘πππ π€πππ βππ£π ππππ πππ’πππππ ΰΌκ© πͺπ² π±πΌ ππ²πΏπΏπΆπ―πΉπ² ππ΅πΆπ»π΄π π³πΌπΏ ππ΅π² π½π²πΌπ½πΉπ² ππ² πΉπΌππ²... π.ππ¦β
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ββ the πΉπ¬π¨π«π¬πΉ. just who she was looking for. a gentle kick off the wall with a two fingered salute tossed their way. only a matter of time before they approach now.
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ββlittle moments where someone reacts a second too late. where someone looks like they already knew what was about to happen. safi leans back against the nearest wall, arms loosely folded as she watches people pass. a small smile touches the corner of her mouth as she spiesββ
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thereβs something strange about watching a crowd. everyone looks like theyβre just living their normal life. walking, talking, laughing, scrolling through their phones like nothing unusual could ever happen to them. but if you watch long enoughβ¦you start noticing things. ββ
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ββcontrol chaos,β she says. βschedule it. avoid it. pretend itβs not happening.β she gives a small shrug. βpersonally, i think thatβs where the interesting stuff lives.β
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βchaos theory in your thesis, huh?β her toneβs light, but curious. safi rests one foot against the edge of the bench, leaning forward slightly as she studies the blonde for a moment longer than most people probably would. βmost people spend their entire lives trying to ββ
"If that ain't the goddamn truth." The blonde girl in a red shirt would come over to the poet, sighing as she sat on a nearby bench. "It gets boring when you don't have the chaos theory in your thesis."
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βyeah,β she says simply. βthatβs kind of the point.βshe leans one shoulder against the nearby wall, arms folding loosely. βlife gets boring if itβs predictable.β
"But isn't life... strange to a point? Sorry about the weird smile. I was slightly taken aback by your... statement."
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"You know what? I am done with this whole 'be the best while tearing everyone else down' schtick! Why not being the best AND uplift others at the same time? Where have have gone wrong that we tear people down just because they don't fit our view?"
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