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.....Till All Are Gone! VII

Warriors feel pain and fear.. but they never show it and their tears just rolls down as blood.....

Another part of this 2 year story is at an end and while i will Miss the fact that it was a weekly little bit of money in my pocket i will not miss the times when it took months to often get the money for things that provided previously. it will be nice soon to go back to being a collector and having this gig be a hobby that provided nice things for me and my son.. No longer do I want it to be my income, No longer do I want it to be an albatross around my neck. it has been an interesting couple of years and i have done things that were interesting and fun and i will in the end have two glass shelves that are testament to the fact that for the past two years i had an interesting job, But No longer. It's not something I want once the bulk of whatever's left in the locker is gone. I like the nice things but there comes a time to walk away from this, and it's very close. I have had way too many betrayal's and stuff in my personal belongings that not even selling 100% of this crap will ever replace. there was a time and a place for it, but that time's almost gone. it did help to fight a war i would have been doing otherwise somehow and some way, it did make things easier and i will thanks some of the people involved for that, But i won't miss the stress and the bullshit involved in the entire situation. it's nice that even tho he's not here that I was able to somewhat fufill a childhood dream, but the sad part is he isn't here.. and all these wonderful toys might not be around when i do get him home.. of course i do plan on keeping some of the vintage and higher end, but the reality is i need to clear most of it to survive. it was a nice dream while it lasted.. but it's over... it's something that will help as it has helped with my experince in the future but it is going to be time very soon to close the door completely on this chapter.

Current Mood: Happy.

A true warrior,” she said, “does not fight because he wishes to but because he has to. A man who yearns for war, a man who enjoys his killing, he is a brute and a monster. No matter how much glory he wins on the battlefield, that cannot erase the fact that he is no better than a rabid wolf who will turn on his friends and family as soon as his foes.

The key to being a warrior is not to be afraid of who you are.

The only reason a man should ever pick up a sword was to protect those he loved, not to willfully take the life of someone else's beloved

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