My name is The Bard. I was an entertainer. I lost all of that. Now I can feel only pain. I can function as if I was normal, but I am truly hopeless. My life has taken a turn since my last birthday. 3 years ago was my last birthday. 12 candles lit up the room that day, with one more for good measure. At this point I became lost in my own world of rebellion and revolution. Nothing was right in the world. 9/11 was planned and all that bullshit. I lost all sense of direction. I seem to be gaining it back. My host has no idea who I am, though he knows I exist. My personality has changed him in ways he will never know. Will he manage to supress me? Honestly, I don't care.
~ The Bard
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