The shell didn't know her little creature had left long long ago..
Had a dream one night a bird poked her heart out of her chest..
Was it a dream? The dried blood is still right here..painting her soulless void!
And the soft little creature has gone! Forever!
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| Day | Followers | Gain | % Gain |
|---|---|---|---|
| June 13, 2024 | 38 | +17 | +81.0% |