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Though Life gives me nothing, Death has given me the greatest gift of all: his friendship and love.

A story of a tyrant. And how he learned, too late, what he did. "...lest history write itself once more."

What is Blue? That is a question I deeply ponder. Might you tell me?

Something I found while cleaning out my bookshelf...perhaps I wrote it in Latin class last year. xD

I'm so confused these days...indecisiveness, happiness, and bitterness mixed into one great hormonal stew...

...the wind whispered to me once...but I refuse to listen.

Do you hate me? Is it my fault? Won't you even try...?

Oh, look at that leaf, floating away...I wonder if it has a story to tell...

There's only one way to live...if you should choose to take it...but be warned...heheh.

Not even death can stop me.