Bands, anime, and video games consume my life. I write poetry. I spend hours on Twitter and Wattpad. I wish to be a poet or musician when I am older.
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I am an outcast.
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I also happen to be the King of an evil Penguin cult.
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I don't owe you mortals more information than that.
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Edit. I'm writing this in August of 2024 now. almost 11 years have passed since then^ im continuing to use this account to post my new poetry, instead of making a new one. i rather like being able to look back on the old ones. although i can't promise it'll be any better than back then, i can assure those who have stayed that im keeping to the original theme of my poetry book being filled with depressing themes and feelings of strong melancholy.