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It has morphed into a pulsating creature straining my cranium with all its muscles of knowledge, past and present dilemas and information. As history has shown, everything has its time and place. Now is not the time, the time may be never. There is no place for this, so where will it send me? My idea clock exploded, swaying this creature in me, shattering its hibernation. Upon waking, a demon found it way into the world, causing devistation and trouble. Nothing good can come of it at this point. Where do I go? Who do I go to?
The only answers left to be found are stuck where I am; between a rock and a hard place.
I'm on my own.
The only answers left to be found are stuck where I am; between a rock and a hard place.
I'm on my own.