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Black Ops II

I am sick of playing Spy vs. Spy agianst what is essantantly an invisible enemy that does not care about me or my child, nothing is going to happen for 2 more weeks, so i am sitting around and brooding... in a perfect world this would still be 2002 and i would still be in Windsor and i would have left better off alone and never said goodbye, it would have left her wondering and the pain would still be there, but she wouldn't have had something to destroy me with and she could have died alone and a spinster all on her own... Why do people seek to pull other people down into their misery? isn't it better to be alone than to bring someone down to your level.. the only fact being is that a day will come, this will be remembered but i will rise above it and remeber, as i have been so recently reminded, This will always be a war.

Current Mood: Depressed.
A lie is a lie. Just because they write it down and call it history doesn't make it the truth. We live in a world where seeing is not believing, where only a few know what really happened. We live in a world where everything you know is wrong.

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