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Looking up into the heavens camouflaged upon the ground using all his sights and hearings see if others are around Plants are poisoned by red soil and metal seeds will not be grown dirt feel soft against his 'feat as his body numbs and pain drifts away Now his tears begin to dry for all is left for him to die and then he laughs at his decision to ask his friends to join the mission For now... he is the only one left and in a few moments he'll be with them to regret...

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Date: 7/24/2009 12:13:00 AM
Jessica, sad but true. War is always a sad business. Maybe someday man will learn a better way. Well done dear. Always, Will
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