The Coming of the Storm;; Eric Maelstrom

[raven]

ERIC V. MAELSTROM

19. Male. Heterosexual.

F

RIENDS guide our actions. Without them we are nothing, with them we find the strength to carry on. They are my northern star, my hope for change. They are my steadfast rock that weathers the harshest of storms. They are my family. They are my friends.

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OVES are like snowflakes, delicate, fragile. Hold them in your hand for too long or bring your head too close and they melt. They are beautiful and are created when the situation is just right. Just like no two snowflakes are never the same, so are they seen differently by all those looking. Though my heart is a battleground, a tempast of emotions, my love will always carry me to you. My Love.

F

OES are the obstacles in my way. They are the worries ever-present and the clouds to my starry sky. They are, however, but pebbles in my way. In my right hand I hold fire and in my left justice. As a mountain I shall not bow, as a raging torrent I shall not yield! Though you try to bring me down, I shall soar through the sky above.

MADE BY MINNIE OF BACK TO NEVERLAND