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My Own Wormtongue written @ 8:20 PM on December 29, 2002 My mother's words are slowly becoming like poison there to drip upon my ears, and in spite of the new medication my dad is on, his words are as fragile as glass. I am another Theoden sitting on the throne of my life while my Wormtongue mutters bitter nothings in my ear.
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