Only *I* know what’s real and what’s bullshit.
From King Longbeard, Or Annals of the Golden Dreamland by Barrington MacGregor and illustrated by Charles Robinson, 1897.
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Even when blinded by pain I know the only thing real is me.
My own principles and omens.
I’m not letting this skin go to waste. Even if I have to fucking burn every way and road towards a new path.
That path will be lit by *my* light. A trail forged by my own mind. No longer do I want to be held back by the strings that have tied me down and left scars that will not perish.