WoeToTheWicked

"Scribemus, moriendum est. Let me write, if I must die."

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"Here lies an exhausted adolescent who only finds liberty and solace in the shadows and dreams that written worlds provide. 

Just a once starry-eyed child who refused to grow up from adventures and maddening fantasies of unwordly daymares.

Merely a cosmically lonely soul who wonders if another will be someday be found who mirrors the wonder seen in what some call a dull, grey world.

And I couldn't be more proud." 

Stick around if you wish, dearest wayfarers, all are welcome here. 

The cherished and the neglected, the glorious and the forgotten, the brilliant and the foolish, the resentful and the compassionate; are all human in their own right. Disregard not, that there will forevermore be freedom for the beloved, and woe for the wicked.