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Generation 2.

Somedays it is easy to remeber why i am fighting and Who i am fighting for, esp. when cherished freinds call up out of the blue and ask how i am doing and if i'm alright.. this is a battle i prefer to fight alone but I will not forget who has stood at my side every moment of the battle and who has been washed aside by the sands of time.... it's about the next step it's about going to where I need to go... It does get difficult some days when i am surrounded by all these awesome things at my house and I realize the more each day that ticks away.. Tick tock... tick tock.. he will likely outgrow them and thenj they will be nothing more than interesting collectibles... that's not on me tho.. i am not the one that took my life away from me and him, I'm still going to be the same person i was yesterday, and tommorow that i was then.. going thru paperwork was difficult this morning as i came by some old paperwork that predate's his birth and it was once upon a time a fairytale relationship and we did love each other and thought it would be forever... of course all that remain's now is smoldering hate on both sides and this is a devastasting war for both sides... and only the soul of one little boy soon to be a man is in the balance.. It is hard to belive that a relationship that once held so much emotion and fire.. has turned into bloody black blaze... but then agian knowing you.. it's not unexpected either.. for you it has always been about control.

Current Mood: Angry, Determined.
In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him. I think it’s impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves. And then, in that very moment when I love them.... I destroy them.

Love betrayed has an entirely different sound from hatred outright.

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