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(2004) soft boy drifting through Love 119 nights.
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Joined December 2020
ᅠ Track #01: Keeping track on us, ★ This pen moves wildly, carving bold words that cannot be erased. We are here to stay, not to pass by. So, better keep your eyes locked on us forever. ᅠ
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Step up boldly and show up in confidence. We're welcoming all 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 around the realm to start a new beginning for the cover of our upcoming magazine, Young & Serve. Let go of the things that have been holding you back and shimmer brighter than yesterday. ✶’..
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There is power in composure and freedom in self-authorship. I remain unhurried, undivided, and entirely my own. Some stories are written in silence.
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A gentle journey through Las Vegas, narrated in a voice meant to be felt rather than heard. Let the city unfold slowly, guided by softness in tone and intention. Press play and drift with me through days that glow and moments that linger.
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At 𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲 𝗱𝗲 𝗠𝗼𝗶, time is curated with intention, each moment leading toward a clearer expression of self. Let this be a gentle reminder to stay present, stay curious, and allow anticipation to grow. 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒛 𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒔. The gallery will be ready soon!
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Midnight streets and blurred headlights turning an ordinary walk into something quietly cinematic.
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City lights towering above while he moves through the frame like a scene meant to linger.
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join SQ ini yuk teman timun. nanti <inshaallah> ketemu yang maha tnton
𝗦𝘂𝗰𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲́ ⠀𓏲ּ𝄢⠀ Did you feel the sweet hush tonight? Laughter drifts like vanilla sugared air and grace moves softly between us. We came only to leave a glitter behind. Stay awhile with us and allow this moment to linger like a shared dessert at dusk.
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𝗦𝘂𝗰𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲́ ⠀𓏲ּ𝄢⠀ Did you feel the sweet hush tonight? Laughter drifts like vanilla sugared air and grace moves softly between us. We came only to leave a glitter behind. Stay awhile with us and allow this moment to linger like a shared dessert at dusk.
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I let the dark do the talking while I keep my pulse low. Leather creaks like an old anthem. Nothing polished, nothing planned. Just instinct and static electricity.
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