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Aug. 11th, 2005 @ 08:27 pm Violence, continued
Music, this is my truth, freedom
Date:August 31st, 2005 10:16 pm (UTC)


(Never Forget)
I don't know how it works. I wish I did. And I don't know how to make it come, either. The people I've... *Swallows, starts again.* The friends I've made in my life... they were gifts. Unearned and unsought and probably undeserved, but there they were. I needed them. I think they needed me-- and not just for what I can do with a gun, either. We found each other at the right time, that's all.
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