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Does this mean it's war?
Date: Sunday, December 7, 2008 | Time: 9:12 AM
As you see the enemy approaching, your grip on the riffle tightens as you feel your heart pound. You start to walk, taking slow, even steps until... Boom.

But that won't work 'cause were not in the wild west. What if you hadn't even met the enemy? Would you know them once you saw them? What if you ended up liking them? Could you blame them? How you know it's killing you yet you can't bring yourself to hate them.

'Cause that's the confussion of it all.

It's too painful to elaborate.
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