Topic: Conflict
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Fri 10/26/07 10:49 PM
From years of being hated, discriminated, neglected and disrespected. All because I chose not be infected with the sickness that runs through you're veins. I hear you talking about honor, loyatly, and truth but I know it's all a gimic. Demanding respect, but you refuse to give it. Every word that you would spit, hit me like a slug to my chest. You thought you had buried me and laid me to rest. See you've won the battle but the war has just begun, and I'll stand like a soilder till the war is won.