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War Journal VII

I am at war, and I am alone...that is the sad reality of my situation and no matter how many small victories or setbacks this is a war. it isn't my soul on the line but it is my freedom and the very core of who i am and who I will always be. this war will end when one of us does or that child becomes a man, how shallow and petty of a person am i becoming when that is all I have left, I'm sick of fighting an uphill battle when all it seems that ever small step forward leads nowhere and the longer i stare in the darkest parts of myself, the more i fear the good parts of my soul slipping away... have i really becum at my core only about the battle? is that what and who I am now... is there even a question anymore that i would be able to walk away and redeem my soul elsewhere? it's a sadistic choice, one i can and would never make.. but days like today leave me wondering, would it be easier to just let her win... when do i shrivel down to the pathetic corpse she wants me to be... the answer is never. but still I'm so damn tired of fighting... sometimes i feel that the battle is all i have left...

Current Mood: Sad, Depressed.
War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.

You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word. It is victory, victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival.

May God have mercy for my enemies because I won't.

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