Years of solitude and numbness, led me into a deeper path. I was gone for so long, couldn't write, couldn't feel. It was heaven on earth, a living hell. Let my guard down, if not for a second, and again I was thrust into this world. Only to find that it's somehow worse than before. Somehow, as if in my years of self imposed solitude, the world went mad. Once again, i was given the feelings, the pain. Once again, but with so little left to fight on with. I strive to rid myself of feeling once again, and hope one day I will have nothing left to write. -Methos

Presume not, that i am as i was. -Shakespeare

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