A day, a time, and counting.
Whenever I write, I have made it.
Saturday
I am here and so is the dragon.
I can make him bigger and stronger, smaller and weaker, I can hide or ingest more venom. He will shut me down, my insides siezed, no longer do I seek the fog. I can hear you, what are you afraid of?
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