Allium gave me a birthday present this year round. It's an act unusual for her, especially for her. Who knows, maybe she felt bad, she doesn't usually get me anything. At most, we usually go out to dinner, but that's all I ever really asked for. The birthday present was this very journal that you're reading from now, and now that I finally have the chance, I'd like to get so many affairs out of the way.
Don't believe the press, they put a bad image on my name. The mask and the walls covering my face and our villages, scare them. But I never wanted any of this bloodshed, the tears, the scars. Okay, maybe I didn't mind the scars.
To my family who will still be alive to read this, maybe. . don't forget me, don't forget I love you. Azalea, Ellian, whoever comes after
I dreamt of having a kid one day and sitting down in the living room to read and play with that kid but look at me now. I'm pissed up, hurt, and never coming back. The cigarettes and booze only made it easier to do, not make it fun.
Don't think of me that way, please read this story, if you may, you must know the truth
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The Phoenix-Book 1: Farforth Martyrdom
Ficción GeneralWilliam Phoenix is born into poverty but slowly makes his way up through the ranks of society. He has all he can dream of, the girl, the friends, the money. but it all begs the question, who are you with and without challenges in your life? and he f...
