My labyrinthMy LabyrinthMy labyrinth
As I walk through this labyrinth, I feel the parasites draining my energy and my will to live. I am defenseless against them. If I try to fight back, they could easily kill me. They keep me alive now so they can slowly feed on me. Even when I walk for miles, I somehow end up in the same place. The parasites understand this place and they laugh as they watch me wander aimlessly. Maybe there is no way out for me. This maze I was born into doesn't seem to fit me like it does the parasites. Knowing this, I still don't wish to be another parasite. I just want to find the world that I belong to, if such a world exist
My first entry
I Really like your writing... are you planning to write a novel?
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~No One Has Talent Like Me~
~avatar done by fried-jelly~
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(referring to writing fantasy)
"When it's going well, it's like reaching up into heaven and pulling down fire. It's better than any dope you can buy. When it's not going well, it's much like giving birth to a baby elephant."
-David Eddings
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