I swallow my pride a lot; I'm even flying like a swallow or I'm weighed down! Take all my diary entries with a grain of salt; we all end up in
as the seabed eventually. Currently, at the moment, we are nothing but a strand of hair dying brittel under the radiation and constant bombarding of micro bacteria and withering in the wind. Learning to harness it and turn it into a hornet nest while alive. A close is coming for all of us. Let my diaries live on through the stories of folktales and mythical myths I discuss and my constant ramblings.
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