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i placed my hand on the cuts on my stomach. it felt cold and moist. it stung like mad, and yet the pain was bareable some how. i tried to lift my head to see these cold, moist cuts; examine how they needed to be dressed. but i couldnt lift my head, i had no strength left, so weak. i couldnt see these cuts but i could tell they were deep. and to be honest i didnt even know what they were from. but i know what the big hole in my leg was; it was the traces of a bullet, painted red. i tried to clear my mind. i just meditated. for about an hour.

i blinked my eyes several times. oh no... i was awake again. as disapointed i was to find that i hadnt died or been murdered in my sleep, it didnt matter. i felt considorable okay. and suddenly found that i could lift my head. i rested on the backs of my elbows and watched the sun rise. how beautiful it was to see that red, burning, ball of fire in the sky emerging through the pink and purple clouds. woooooowwww!!! 
i continued to help myself up, leaning forward untill my cuts squashed together and stung more than i could stand. 'STOP!!!' i told myself when i got about 1/4 of the way up. i ripped the sleeve off of my green and blue army pattern jacket. i reached in my pocket for my miniture first aid kit. i stuck the fabric of my coat sleave to my stomach. god it hurt like hell. more than anything. by far the worst pain id ever experienced! so i just did my best to suck it in and carried on dragging myself through the leaves and grass on my hands. 
wait. was that a burning smell? maybe theres a fire? maybe its a fire started my people of my kind! maybe its people who would be willing to help me?! or maybe its just a wildfire out to get me. well i can only hope for the best and prepare for the worst...
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THIS IS MY JOKE...MY GIRLFRIEND LOVES IT SO VERY MUCH!!

i was in a jewlers recently, and the was a girl behind the counter, she was caked in makeup and she was just one of those girls who doesnt give a shit what so ever. and the guy in front of us said-
"hi, im looking to buy a crucifix for my nieces christening,"
and the girl behind the counter said- "oh yeah yeah, crucifix...........dya mean a cross?"
"yes a cross!"
"oh well we've got two types of crosses, we've got plain ones or ONES WITH LITTLE MEN ON THEM."



(NOT JESUS LITTLE MEN!!!)
WTF! why the fuck am i proud of this shit???
i actualy dislike this joke intensly...
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paralized, on the floor, melting in the soft dirt beneath me.
refreshing yet painful. its funny how two feelings so different
can bring the same sensation. i love it.
the darkness is cooling on my face, as i try to pull myself up
onto the dead, colourless grass. its cold, it brings a tingling
chill to my arms and legs. the frost in the air infecting the cuts
that still remain on my soft, tired skin. it stinging like hell, like
death; an abyss of pain and rejection.
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