Like King Theoden of Gondor from the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, I've recently been relieved of the foul tongue of a woman who was not unlike Grima Wormtongue, whose forked speech sapped Theoden of power and usurped the throne, threatening the very existence of the kingdom.
It's funny, but I build my body up to newer heights of strength and endurance, yet my mind, spirit, and soul were so very vulnerable. So cosmically difficult and disorienting was the situation I felt I was placed in that I actively began to feel my grip on reality slip away.
I was being used for sinister designs the true nature of which I may never ever truly know, nor do I want to. I just wanted to be at peace, and to have my fragile social order preserved, tattered as it currently seems now.
I know now, I have true friends. These beautiful people that watched me at the brink this weekend and pulled me back, I have immense gratitude for what good deeds they have wrought. I wish them great happiness and prosperity, even while I struggle to restore my own.
Thank you. You know who you are. :)
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oh oops, that was ling
argh, i don't know how to use your stoopid comments box! anyway, you take care aight? :)
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