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2006-04-03 12:23:14 ET . in the beginning there was an idea. this idea began inside a head that was full. full of dread, hatred, loathing, sadness, and self pity. the idea was very bright as compared to others that the mind had thought of. it involved a group of people that meant the world to him it was an idea that would hopefully bring them together, making all ideals understood and supported. and so the mind carried on with a thought, a whim, and a hope. but something went wrong and the mind began to second guess himself and became afraid of what he had done and out of fear he ran like a child and becuase of the fear he had a war flared between the group. this is a war over an idea, and and action. but little did the mind realize that the idea was no idea at all only a hopeless ideal. and so the group split in two and they fought hell, along with everything in it had been unchained the intentions were never to harm anyone he wanted to find himself discover what he could do while still having a group to support him he was sorry that he started all things but he knew there was nothing he could do he just hoped that maybe the groups would just stop and look at themselves for they were doing nothing but acting like children fighting acting selfish over something that only one person can control love and intentions the friends & the lovers fought he wanted them to try to understand his situation but they never did they were to concerned with winning the war and in the end... the only person that died from all of the gunfire between the two sides was the one who started it all. with any war there are casualties and with any war the ones who survive block out what had happened to the through the times and move on with their lives and loves and the memories of the ones who fought for peace are forgotten. |
