A horde of thoughts live,
Within my very soul.
Unaffected by time as I sit still,
On my frozen throne.
I chill and wait,
Until that opportune moment has come.
When I get to unsheathe my sword,
And offer the world cold redrum.
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These are the things that pollute my mind. These are my memories in life and I wish to share them to everyone and anyone. Keep in mind that they are loosely based on my life. They are all of cryptic design. Which is real and which is fabricated? Only the author will only truly know.
Hopefully you will all enjoy them.
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