Will you remember me when you're famous?
It is so lovely for you to say so, but I know that you won't. To be honest, I would probably forget me too. So experience, conquer, and live shamelessly.
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The leather of my gloves crinkles
as I tighten the reins My steeds trot becomes a gallop We begin traveling through time ... through space ... arriving at a place unfamiliar Yet, it felt so safe ... I donned my chain mail and fastened my sword
Now, I mount my steed and embark down the path Through the mist that we have ridden so many times before The path is the same, but yet it is different Weathered and weary, we ride On the top of the mountain, a figure awaits As we draw closer, the enemy grew larger Fear, terror, and horror clinch me like never before |
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