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    Hiya~ <br />
    I'm Mikiyora, or Miki for short, I was born September 30th many years ago...<br />
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    My main hobbies include writing and drawing, I'm hoping to someday publish my work. But for now they're both things that I love to do as a pastime. <br />
    Reading is also something I enjoy a lot . I try to read as much as possible when I can, since I find I barely have enough time anymore to sit down and enjoy a book. My all-time favourites include: Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, and Seraphina. Those are just a few... my list sort of goes on and on. <br />
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    I also love animals! I have a cat named Jackie and a dog named Honoré. I'm hoping to get a Hedgehog someday soon~ <br />
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    Anywho, that's all for now!<br />
    If you have any questions for me or just wanna chat, message me! I'm super open and happy to talk to you~<br />
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    “Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,<br />
    Seven for the Dwarf-lords in halls of stone,<br />
    Nine for Mortal Men, doomed to die,<br />
    One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne<br />
    In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.<br />
    One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,<br />
    One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.<br />
    In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.” <br />
    ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings<br />
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    Far over the misty mountains cold<br />
    To dungeons deep and caverns old<br />
    We must away ere break of day<br />
    To seek the pale enchanted gold.<br />
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    The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,<br />
    While hammers fell like ringing bells<br />
    In places deep, where dark things sleep,<br />
    In hollow halls beneath the fells.<br />
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    For ancient king and elvish lord<br />
    There many a gleaming golden hoard<br />
    They shaped and wrought, and light they caught<br />
    To hide in gems on hilt of sword.<br />
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    On silver necklaces they strung<br />
    The flowering stars, on crowns they hung<br />
    The dragon-fire, in twisted wire<br />
    They meshed the light of moon and sun.<br />
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    Far over the misty mountains cold<br />
    To dungeons deep and caverns old<br />
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    We must away, ere break of day,<br />
    To claim our long-forgotten gold.<br />
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    Goblets they carved there for themselves<br />
    And harps of gold; where no man delves<br />
    There lay they long, and many a song<br />
    Was sung unheard by men or elves.<br />
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    The pines were roaring on the height<br />
    The winds were moaning in the night.<br />
    The fire was red, it flaming spread;<br />
    The trees like torches blazed with light.<br />
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    The bells were ringing in the dale<br />
    And men looked up with faces pale;<br />
    Then dragon’s ire more fierce that fire<br />
    Laid low their towers and houses frail.<br />
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    The mountain smoked beneath the moon;<br />
    The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.<br />
    They fled their hall to dying hall<br />
    Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.<br />
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    Far over the misty mountains grim<br />
    To dungeons deep and caverns dim<br />
    We must away, ere break of day,<br />
    To win our harps and gold from him!
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