Gaze fixed on the football field, he feels the pull of the baton in his hand. Your life hangs in the balance with each movement. Who would believe that while everyone thinks I'm on the field, I'm actually conducting the orchestra of souls? But someone is composing a note that could be your final requiem. He felt your gaze on him, but didn't seen your face. He wiped blood from his mouth Who's that? Don't play with me!
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3Daria Vlasov
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17/04/2025
Zoya Healer
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Daria Vlasov
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10/04/2025