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By MidnightFire, Lincoln, IL

My head drops and I groan in pain of this new burden. There was no way to keep them from hunting me because they need me to start the war. Oh how I hate war. It kills, destroys, and ruins all life’s goodness and joy. I’ve lost count of how many years I’ve been alive- sad right, but very easy for someone like me- like back when I was talking to Darrel, the one gang leader, and he said my government file seems to go back over a hundred years, I feel like I’ve lived a thousand years. I bet they eventually just stopped adding to my file. Anyway, I was in the military for a bit- it was horrible for me, I’m a very stubborn and controversial starting person as you must know by now, they couldn’t find anyone who could break me down into a soldier because I just can’t be broken … bent yes, depressed yes, sometimes even almost suicidal yes, but never broken.

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Very nice ending. I like it. Can you comment and rate some of my stories? Thanks!
Jan. 06, 2013 at 9:25 PM • Report