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by BrokenSpirit Nov 7, 2014 category : Sadness, depression / about death
A single argument arose. A single decision made. A single action was taken... A thousand lives were lost.Kindness shining from his souls. Hope glancing from his eyes, once only seeing good... But all in the past; as he takes his first life. He drew a breath. With a teardrop making its path through the blood on his face. He lifts his head as a new man; a man groomed to kill.