Last Login: 04/15/2014 2:12 am
Hold onto what you have
and let's all hope we're
remembered when we die.
There's a funny little story about a boy who logged onto gaia online some time ago. He entered the world anew,
curious of the people in store. The people he found met him with brash words, crude language, and foul tongues.
Shamed, he bore a mask to hide his face. Seldom was the day so unforgiving, yet it found him every minute of every
hour. Such egregious repetition rose and set for years on end. Despite such obstacles, he could bear it no more.
Refusing to let it hinder him, he removed his mask, donned a new persona, and swore to speak the truth forevermore.