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The Cinders of Paper
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I am Cralt. And this Text, Shall hold me, Not be possesed, But my Literature shall give me im Immortality in a way. :: As i write this, I gaze upon the Trees of Laurelin, Now deserted. :: I remember the old crowds, the Vibrant trades, I am, one of the Oldest elves, luck with ascended, brought me to a feeble 112. :: As I light a small Fire for the Winters, I hope i can teach others my Believings. ,my beliefs of hope, Freedom, and the write where people get a say! :: I scribe, As my true birthday of 732 Arrives, and i still havent acchieved anything. I want freedom for people, i know i can speak for people, and i will one day. :: Maybe one day, I will become a Prince of Laurelin, Or a Viscount, And Represent the people . :: I write this, For Knowledge, that this can be stored, for eternity, In my small Bookshelf And maybe one day, I can open a grand Library Of Laurelin, For all to see. :: I hope, I can show something, And show people: I AM SOMEBODY