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Duvien has a minion!

Jova the Corruption

Duvien
Legacy Name: Duvien

The

Darkmatter Jollin
Owner:

NikonD40

Age: 16 years, 4 months, 3 weeks

Born: October 27th, 2009

Adopted: 15 years, 5 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: October 7th, 2010

Statistics

Level: 143
Strength: 365
Defense: 358
Speed: 311
Health: 354
HP: 352/354
Intelligence: 479
Books Read: 463
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Fact Checker

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I have heard that there is a crazy man walking around, with the pockets filled with words and dreams that no one has achieved, and doesn't know how to develop if not inside his empty head; and inside, the hopes of whom has ever decided nothing, are still wrapped in cellophane and aluminum foil, and they weigh all those regrets that each man has inside, and they think they are excellent remedies against time, because one it could move in another direction.
I have heard said that that crazy man is still around, and he vomits words thru a megaphone that remains turned off, and he never rests even when every sight is pending on his pockets still filled with rabbits and flowers; and just now I realize, that there is no one around and that is just what I think, then while I look about, what I see is my own reflection on a mirror too tired of always feeling sorry for myself.
That crazy man is me, who would like a bigger hat and a more careful pair of hands, that can hide even to the people the secret of what I am, that if I had a bigger hat I'd keep you away from that distant world, among flowers and rabbits it doesn't trouble to the people the secret of you, among flowers and rabbits even the people is afraid of me.
I have heard the man of the weaknesses laugh, every time that for every mistake loses the certainties, inside of that black cylinder, doesn't hide more surprises, just what remains without make up, without expectations, seems a well without end without flowers to show; the rabbits tremble, they don't know anymore how to scape, then I look myself around, my reflection has faded on a mirror too tired of always feeling sorry for myself.
That crazy man is me, who would like a bigger hat and a more careful pair of hands, that can hide even to the people the secret of what I am, that if I had a bigger hat I'd keep you away from that distant world, among flowers and rabbits it doesn't trouble to the people the secret of you, among flowers and rabbits it doesn't trouble to the people the secret of me.
You know who I am, that if I had a bigger hat I'd keep you away from that distant world, among flowers and rabbits it doesn't trouble to the people the secret of you, among flowers and rabbits it doesn't trouble to the people the secret of me, among flowers and rabbits even the people is afraid of me.