The Child Who Wore Majora’s Mask

I am that child: The one under the tree Who does not play, does not congregate. I am the one in the mask Whose only friend is solitude, And whose armament is introversion. There is no evil in these eyes, Only a reflection of life; Not the kind a person relishes, But one repudiated and... Continue Reading →

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