She waits for me... and I am stalling for time, am I?
The Gi arrived....and the gloves. I recieved two lefts..
I might give one to a friend. Or sell the other glove...
I need more cigarettes.... Good bye!
There is no glory of the great found here. No choice of courage over fear ..we are in the North where the ice has disappeared.. Survival of the fittest our deaths are by design. We know what they had done. Know the mistakes... They witnessed the fire that lit up the night...ending of the cycle beginning of the fight....I am an unnamed in a cage... They think us as their fodder they live without their honor... I am a disilussioned former slave...arms wide open..we embrace our fate...Choosing Honor for the brave... Courage by design! (Inspired)
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