you don't know anything about me. My face is hidden because of a screen and I'm not willing to give you all that advantage. For every piece you know about me, is every piece you have of me. I might not want that to happen just yet. But in time, yes. In time, you'll know my true me. And by then hopefully names won't be so important.
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- *currently summoning satan
- JoinedNovember 16, 2015
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Story by Necromancer
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The 63rd Hour
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A collection of poems and anecdotes.
Often changes title.
Used to be: Excursions; Wanderings