“Bound by hands I cannot see, yet feel in every breath, every stepㅡ pulling, twisting, bending me into a tragedy I never chose. as I pirouette through the ruins of a life that was never mine to command. And still, the music plays, until the strings snap, or I do..”

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II. Greetings, and I hope you can spare a moment to read this before deciding to follow this account. The name is Eleanor Joanne Northern, most people call me El, but feel free to give me any nickname that comes to mind, as long as it doesn't offend me. Though, I’m genderfluid, I use masculine pronouns and would appreciate being referred to with He/They pronouns. I’m of legal age, in my late twenties, and probably older than most of you.

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