#342122 added April 19, 2005 at 11:38am Restrictions: None
Tears
I rarely cry. Not even for myself do I shed tears. Not for all of them who have suffered for me, and bled with me when pain was a new thing.
It is a mystery to me why I cried for one of my enemies last night, defended them even though I hate them.
Something must be done about this. I have no illusions about my adversary. I know what he has done. I know he is not one to be pitied, even though he gives the illusion of a victim.
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