Ice And Fire And Wolves?
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Last published Tue, Aug 13, 2019
I'm not proud of the blood that stains my hands. I'm not proud of the atrocities I've committed. However I'm proud of the things I've done to try and make this world better. I'm feared by the public. I'm known as the monster of crimes, the beast of sin, the king of nightmares. I have to go to school for the last year of secondary then I can go off and do my own thing. The reason for this is because I was caught by MI5, all while I was running from them, to stay out of jail. I didn't get incarcerated instead, I've just got to get through the last year of northern Irish secondary school. Then I'm free to be me. I'm free to run in the forests, run on the mountains, run through the fields or work with MI5. Hopefully nothing happens during that year.
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