varascus1323

This is the memoir of someone who wished me to write their story, they thought I was someone who believed in them enough to do it. I hope this finds the person they meant it for. I used to dream of flying, to be better than everyone else in the world. To look down upon the masses and think to myself how much higher and more powerful I was. I used to wish I could see. I don't know colors. I was born blind. My eyes never developed properly, but as much as it was called a handicap, I had nothing to compare it too, so to me it was just natural. I know the feeling of flying, and I've been explained how you are higher than everyone. It'd difficult

For this ritual to work you must find a public restroom with no mirrors. Restaurants are the best for this to work. Go inside the restaurant and ask to use the bathroom. You must need to go or the worker will say you are a liar. If that doesn't happen and you go to the restroom anyway it will be blocked off forever from this ritual. When you enter the bathroom you must lock the door behind you or an evil presence will enter and never leave your dreams. Go about your business as you usually would then go to wash your hands. Stare at the wall where a mirror should be but isn't. Turn off the water and stare at that space, never letting your eyes

I feel like I'm getting in the way, and my hearts and brain about to snap Guess I gotta take tomorrow into context, Leaving home is really rough Gotta burn a few memories, but it's a pretty small fire anyway so it's not that big a deal I'm giving my life for a cause I never really knew, but I think they question my loyalty Blow the bridges I worked so hard on building, but when your switching sides it makes sense to do it I'm a solder in a battle that I didn't sign up for, but screw it I'll fight hard anyway I think that my commanding officer is wary of me since I was born on the other side But I think I could do more good here then ba