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| − | Alive again. Sometimes sleep helps change one's perspective on life. Personaly, this is why I hate it so. The doubts, the uncertainties. It's like dying and being brought back without the hair loss. I was told that I was going to be judged by my actions. As always I felt this would relate to that damn promise I made to the fighter, Terry. Instead I found myself standing over his daugter, being given the choice to decide the result of HER actions. Stupid fate... | + | <font style="font-family: 'Psycho Poetry', sans-serif; font-size:40px; color:#669">DEAR DIE-ARY |
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| + | <font style="font-family: 'Psycho Poetry', sans-serif; font-size:25px; color:#669">Alive again. Sometimes sleep helps change one's perspective on life. Personaly, this is why I hate it so. The doubts, the uncertainties. It's like dying and being brought back without the hair loss. I was told that I was going to be judged by my actions. As always I felt this would relate to that damn promise I made to the fighter, Terry. Instead I found myself standing over his daugter, being given the choice to decide the result of HER actions. Stupid fate... | ||
...I gotta find a way to get this blood off my clothes... | ...I gotta find a way to get this blood off my clothes... | ||
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DEAR DIE-ARY Alive again. Sometimes sleep helps change one's perspective on life. Personaly, this is why I hate it so. The doubts, the uncertainties. It's like dying and being brought back without the hair loss. I was told that I was going to be judged by my actions. As always I felt this would relate to that damn promise I made to the fighter, Terry. Instead I found myself standing over his daugter, being given the choice to decide the result of HER actions. Stupid fate... ...I gotta find a way to get this blood off my clothes... ~J.C. |