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The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.
|I am a||Man|
|Want children||I will tell you later|
|I look for a||woman any ethnicity for friendship, relationship, romance|
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And now I rub my eyes for he has returned
Seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned
For he still smiles. And he's still strong
Nothing's changed but the surrounding bullshit. That has grown
And now he's home and we're laughing like we always did
My same old, same old friend
Until a quarter to ten. I saw the strain creep in
He seems distracted and I know just what is going to happen next
Before his first step he is off again