

TimeThere he sat under the withered oak tree.Time
Lonely and silent. Old with age.
Wrinkles all over his face. Yet his eyes burn with such knowledge and youth.
Yes. He has seen alot. He has seen Life and death. Peace and war. Sorrow and joy.
Yet he still seeks and answer for what he cannot explain.
He is Infinte and obsecure. He runs from day to day, never to stop working.
But yet he does it all alone. He sees all the pain. But there is no one to tell it to.
All he longed was to feel love. To understand love. But there is no one to share it with. Yes. He
even though you dont use this that much anymore...but oh well!
nice to see you!
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Somewherebetweenhellandamillionplaces.
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"i feel just like a local god when i'm with the boys
we do what we want
yeah we do what we want"
Alex
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When enthusiasm is driven by confidence any goal can be attained
-Robert E. Regent
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Somewherebetweenhellandamillionplaces.
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