Make Me An Emerald Author.
Hello my peoples.
Trust me, I want to be an emerald author badly. Who wouldn't want to monetize off of their own marvelous epics and high-chair, high-strung poetry? I promise content to the highest degree I can squeeze out of myself.
The death of my lover was not of her fault. I must lay down just how of her halt? It was a drunk night alone at a bar, the monster in my mind was clearly afar. As I conjure as I smile, the monster is one I held dearly; a star. I know it is hard but, justified rest, as every great one must end in his salt weather lacking or not in fault.
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