Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Eighty-Two
I'll fight for you--but, if you send me to battle with make believe ammunition I will lose. And maybe that's what you want, maybe without realizing it, I've become your enemy-- a symbol for all of those that have harmed you. I'm big, and I am most definitely male, so, if you had to win a war, what better person to destroy, than me?
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