I miss my dreams. The most vibrant part of it all, I fought a T-Rex with my family once. I've climbed the stairs of Eternity (not all of them though), I've rafted down the River of Splendid Happiness and then down the River of Eternal Ecstasy. It was something. In my dreams I'm a veteran of the most brutal personal combat as well as WW1 (The
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For the second time in a year my mother has had to spend time in the ICU. The first time we very much feared for her life, as she was told she only had the common cold when the reality was Bronchitis. She spent days in a medically-induced coma with a breathing tube. This time it wasn't so bad; she still need a breathing tube and spent some time on
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Although I will not deny that circumstances have a part to play in our lives and our actions I will adamantly state that I made and make my own fate and I shall emerge triumphant.
I want to go to Afghanistan.For all the wrong reasons. I don't want to go because of patriotism or helping the war effort, saving lives with the steel blanket and all. I want to go so I can say I was there
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When I was a kid, like 7 or 8, I would think, "When I grow up I'll be strong then." Things to that nature. Just give me time, let me develop, and I'll be something else
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