- Joined
- May 6, 2019
- Messages
- 368
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- Age
- 24
Scrawled with somewhat readable penmanship and littered outside of campsites & in the dominated City; a certain someone had some things to say.
It's been way too damned long.



It's been way too damned long.
Too long, have I been casted aside, have I been undervalued, have I been belittled, have I been unappreciated for my efforts.
To all of you, I am just a soldier. Another body. Another guard. Another statistic. I'm not a person with coherent thoughts & emotions to any of you. For the ones that claim to know me -
Did you know, I loved painting for other people? I have never once done a self-portrait, unless I was in the background. I find that oddly fitting - At least, for Aloranthae, Aurienne, Llewyn. But not for the reborn me.
No longer will I be a footrest. No longer will I be 'just another body', no longer will I be 'the perfect soldier'. I've subjugated myself long fucking enough.
Do unto others as they do unto you, is what I've lived by and will continue to live by ever since They introduced Themselves to me. The most terrifying thing for an individual is indeed to be outside the truth of the Voidal Arken, Bloodlust. Without the Code to live by, you are just an ordinary person.
Omaberos
