A poem that shows how the real me has a problem with jumping to conclusions and is extremist in nature. It's long overdue, but I desparately need these habits to fly out the window.
Category Poetry / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 117 x 120px
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What I meant is that when Super C enters the final challenge of Trial Hall... the last challenge is to battle conquer yourself. There are crystal that can make an exact magical manifestation of you but the mind of that exact carbon-copy is only to fight it's original to test and make sure the original goes all out. No Benraqi involved.
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