One would love to think of himself as enduring, influential, above normal passion. However, all is not so: even the great Achilles succumbed to Paris’s poisoned arrow, his image of superiority was lost.
When the one that was allowed to be closest chooses a strange path, even one must admit his error- with a sad joy, one watches the dawn of a new day; not only for himself but for those one wishes best.
Good Luck
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Achilles
Wow Miah, you have a blog? I googled myself and on a few pages down I noticed an old summary story that had a Peter Moody and a Nate in it and some other stuff. I thought "that kind of sounds like Jeremiah." I took a look and sure enough it was you. That entry appears to be gone, hidden, or deleted, but it looks like you have some other interesting stuff here. Anyway, nice work. Oh and if ever you remember what you wrote, you should let me see it, k? :)
um.... nice picture?
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