So long as this dyslexic orb, a dictator and yet a cradle to us, forms for itself eyes and hands I feel not safe. Thus for fear of fear I run to the breadth of hell to make for myself a new mask, and a callous shadow with a cordial voice. Farewell all things known before and to be known hereafter; winter’s purity has found me, and the sun beckons me to burn.
Reason for writing:
THis is for all the people that refuse to stay complacent with the way that life is going, and rather take a proactive role to go out in search of information and nex experiences
Birth sign: Capricorn
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