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Me.. my saving grace was to trash a dude that was drunk trying to force a girl into his car for some fun.. cops arrest him.. she slaps me..
three days later she come crying and saying thanks.. guy was a porole violator.. and was wanted for agraveted rape from two years ago.. heh..
i always help peps.. way i was brought up.. although i do get dised at times.. deep inside it still feels worth it..
I open doors.. carry groceries.. and such.. visit nursing homes.. im everyones grand child.. makes me cry at times after i leave.. but the elderly people .. thier day was brighter for it.
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It means only one thing, and everything: Cut. Once committed to fight, Cut. Everything else is secondary. Cut. That is your duty, your purpose, your hunger. There is no rule more important, no commitment that overrides that one. Cut. The lines are a portrayal of the dance. Cut from the void, not from bewilderment. Cut the enemy as quickly and directly as possible. Cut with certainty. Cut decisively, resoultely. Cut into his strength. Flow through the gaps in his guard. Cut him. Cut him down utterly. Don't allow him a breath. Crush him. Cut him without mercy to the depth of his spirit. It is the balance to life: death. It is the dance with death. It is the law a war wizard lives by, or he dies.
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