a world figuring out who I am

And this how some final words come to be, alter a lot of thought and alter much that was said, the coldness starts to embrace my soul and helps me feel what I always feared.

Now I am back to step one with a huge scar none the less.

I will fight to get my words, my own words around, I will stand on my own two feet and let the world know that I am backing up all what I have said and that my words actually mean something.

This is just a tiny part of what may come and who I may come to be.

From the mind of Cogliostro