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The War XLIX: Pyschological Chess II

War doesn't decide who's right...only who's left,

...And then the other fucking shoe drops, If i couldn't have been any more fucking miserable than I already am, i make a phone call this morning and find out that the Psychological chess game has started in earnest again, and point blank telling someone that It's going to be another year till i see my son because someone is an expert manipulator of the system, I honestly have serious frustrations with everything In my life, i mean this fucking cunt has turned my life into shit for fifteen fucking years and i don't even get my day In court? I'm fucking wish that this had been a criminal charge, i would have sat in jail for two years less a day and did a fucking handstand because of all the sins I am guilty of, this is the one I did not commit, And thats been fucking proven. I will go to hell for my own reason's but never for this. I don't have much left rattling around in this empty bone cage of a chest except the fact that there is a little fucking spot of hope that's buried somewhere deep beneath all the black, that little red bit of blood in the black hole of my chest, the Only fucking thing that matters to me anymore. All I want to do is fight.... but i am being denied that...

Current Mood: Angry.
Current Music: A soldier, Tom Dice

All I want to do is be a good father to my son and show him the world in ways in which I never even thought existed. But I am being denied that. Nick Coombs 2005

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