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Feb 15, 2006, 10:17 PM // 22:17
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Krytan Explorer
Join Date: Feb 2006
Location: VA
Guild: Heavens Death Knights
Profession: W/E
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The last Meal
The last Meal
Tonight was special, the very last meal. Tommorow ill be going, I know how mama feels. I slept through the night, Thinking about the flight. I turned on the light, and begin to write. 'Mama i know how you feel' Let your broken heart heal. 'Promise me this one deal' 'That this will not be our last meal.' I'm your only son, I promise i wont run. Pray daddy from above, that he'll protect his son. Tommorow ill be at war, You know who I am fighting for. I know how mama feels, Ill come back for more meals. Love, Your special one Last edited by Destruction Exile; Feb 15, 2006 at 10:33 PM // 22:33.. |
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