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About: My real first name is Connor. With an "or" not an "er" remember that... I go to a technical charter school. I try to put as much work as I can into my submissions, I add tags, names, and try to get the authors name. I use every background I submit so no crappy ones :\ I even make some of the backgrounds I submit so look out for those.
Interests: Photoshop, Gaming, Computers, Running half marathons, Building computers, Reading, Stuff.
Favorite Music: Mostly EDM, but I'm always up for something out of my league.
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A choice to make. And made, it said, eternal.
To weigh in opposition, juxtapose real and imagined.
The conflicts of a lifetime. Burdens of choice and action.
The road of consequence laid before me, tread countless times.
Sheathed within my soul, a blade forged in chaos.
No reason can dislodge, no hope sufficient to withdraw.
One last decision. The gift only I can bestow. A gift of honor.
Are these tears shed for me. Diamonds cascading into the waiting abyss.
A last touch. Spirit brothers of the wind caress me.
A final kiss. Light born of fire, now fading, warms my cheek.
A parting gesture. Ivory angels of the sky, their song surrounds me.
A choice is made. And made, it said, eternal.
A final thought to carry me home. –AD
Duty is as heavy as a mountain. Death, as light as a feather. –Robert Jordan
To weigh in opposition, juxtapose real and imagined.
The conflicts of a lifetime. Burdens of choice and action.
The road of consequence laid before me, tread countless times.
Sheathed within my soul, a blade forged in chaos.
No reason can dislodge, no hope sufficient to withdraw.
One last decision. The gift only I can bestow. A gift of honor.
Are these tears shed for me. Diamonds cascading into the waiting abyss.
A last touch. Spirit brothers of the wind caress me.
A final kiss. Light born of fire, now fading, warms my cheek.
A parting gesture. Ivory angels of the sky, their song surrounds me.
A choice is made. And made, it said, eternal.
A final thought to carry me home. –AD
Duty is as heavy as a mountain. Death, as light as a feather. –Robert Jordan
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