Sooooooo, I''m not gonna bore you with my life story and why I went MIA for two months. Just know that internship = hell. Anyway, I''ll be back to posting this story on the first of November (if I don''t die before then).


    PS: since this website doesn''t let me post a chapter with less than 500 characters, here is a poem from my friend singleton.


    I can still hear the cries


    Cries of a child echoing in the night


    I know where it comes from, but I can’t lie


    It feels like this voice is nothing but mine


    Ebb and Flow, the waters are alive


    Like a Shadow, extending for awhile


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    A foot on foreign soil, I reckon it’s tonight


    The Mistral howls, as alive as ever


    The screams started echoing stronger


    My general rallied, it was now or never


    With the sparks of the blades clashing together


    I can’t see it, as the world was dimming


    I could smell it, twas’ almost nose-filling


    The smell of us men, silently sinning


    For what cause again, were we even swinging


    I could still hear the cries


    Melting together with the Mistral’s ply


    Ebb and Flow, the blood was dry


    The smell of them men, losing the vie


    PSS: also, I made a youtube channel that I''m kinda active on so please go check it out.


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