I wonder...
Will I heed to the call that I've so long've heard?
Can I make it there? Can I fight my way through hardships and solitude?
For the time being I can almost taste success, but in the end... I don't know. I can only hope.
No shackles will hold me down if I get my will through. I will escape this solitude. I will unmake the figments and restore them.
I believe in myself as I struggle forth.
I no longer want to remain here in my silence. I will bring me my inner peace.
I need it. I crave for it.
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Makings of the Insane
All the things that might happen me in this strange wicked life. Well, atleast all those strange wicked things that happen to me.
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1988. M, Sweden.
Larper and rancid introvert~ My profile needs to be fixed. *sadface*
1988. M, Sweden.
Larper and rancid introvert~ My profile needs to be fixed. *sadface*
Would'ya look at that, it's a picture of myself! How'd it get there?
