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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jul 31, 2009 5:15:26 GMT -5
A great weight pushing down on me. Emotional and physical. Pain all over. Pain. Anger rising, oh so rising. Blood starting to run through broken veins again, though repairing ever so efficiently. Yes it would seem I made a flaw in my building of the funhouse. There musn't have been enough rope, so it would seem.. But here I am writing up a new diary. Always new. Always room for improvement. I am here for a reason, I had not acomplished it. Too many distractions. Oh so many. And so like a phoenix reborn I shall rise. Not for vengence oh no, for something much greater. What is it you ask? Oh Mr. Diary you are so foreward. But where is the fun in a suprise when one is not suprised? No you shall have to wait my dear old chum. Or new? News has flowed to my litso. Oh it has indeedy done. They shall find me there I may estimate. If not? ....Then I shall find them.
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