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Krismes652

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« Reply #30 on: March 27, 2011, 05:07:18 AM »
Quote from: vivid;341945
im saying fake cuz this is the joke that me and my X told each other to get on each others nerves.....

That explains alot...
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its a penis vivid, not a virus, and ur supposed to have one :hitwithstick:

Comack

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« Reply #31 on: April 04, 2011, 03:59:19 PM »
Just...keep fighting.
War...war never changes. It\'s sad, that we as people cannot learn to benefit from its lessons, that our history inevitably repeates itself.

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« Reply #32 on: May 11, 2011, 10:05:46 PM »
When I sit now, as some very weak reading, but a terrible dream of  your article, a dark thing ... I'm over the flu. I just remember it was held  under a dark sky a heavy rifle ... or was it just dark?

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« Reply #33 on: May 12, 2011, 02:45:18 AM »
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Just...keep fighting.

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« Reply #34 on: May 18, 2011, 12:21:31 PM »
had this weird dream where arenas added my friend's mom on facebook and it was really weird.

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« Reply #35 on: May 24, 2011, 10:56:05 AM »
This takes alot of nerver to say: I am not afraid to die. There, I said it. I had a dream once:

I had just enlisted and shortly after got married to my gf, and then I was called out. Me and some of my buddies were sent out agains an army...an army unlike anything we had ever faced in this country. It was hopless: there were just too many of them. But...but I still fought. Why? Because I knew that soon my home would be destoryed, and for every soldier I brought down, no matter how many thousands took his place, I didn't give a damn about dying. I knew that every secound I stayed, another few minuets to hours could be bought from my contrymen. For the civilians and other soldiers time to evacuate and dig in. I ended up taking quite a few with me, but in the end...I died. And that end bought them time, only a few precious hours...but it bought time.

Alicia and our children grew up safe and happy somewhere safe. But they grew up without a father. That's the sad part, but I felt happy. I shouldn't feel that, I should be feeling guilty. But for some reason, I think that is what may happen. It seems ever since I had that dream, every moment has grown sweeter, every bite of food tastes better, every smile and laugh full of happiness, compared to the dispair I have felt in the past.

I don't know...maybe I'm going crazy.



 

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