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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Nothing of mine left behind, until we arrive

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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