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Subject: .the lines have been drawn, the battle awaits.


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Date Posted: 13:37:16 03/12/03 Wed
Author Host/IP: inktomi2-mid.server.ntl.com/62.254.64.5
In reply to: †.midnights.duel.† 's message, "†.thats.what.you.think.†" on 19:09:39 03/11/03 Tue


.suicide note.
.you never noticed me.

Dear Diary
She just thought I'd turn and walk right out of there, leaving her alone. Nope, nope and nope again. How could I leave my only friend and confidante behind, in a land where she did not belong. I'd witnessed the wounds, the pain, the initial girl fight that had been sparked off bringing a series of traumatic events back into my mind but that just aroused a sense of determination and stubborness within me. I'd felt the pain, got the bruises, kept the mental scars, lost the physical ones and there was no way come hell or high water that I was leaving. Not her, not Midnight's duel, she didn't deserve to be left, to become some toy on a shelf which is forgotten about and just gathers dust. A hidden venemance soon shows its way to the surface, a hidden strength only called upon once before. Diary, I know what its like to be abused and attacked and the internal and external pain it caused me. I showed great restraint for many years disguising the bruises, passing the cuts off as a slip, a fall; living a lie, a life of torment. Until one day it becomes impossible to contain the hidden hatred, the hidden pain, the desire to remove the object that inflicts pain and traps you against your will. You forget what freedom is like and become a living puppet on a string. I couldn't leave my only friend to that fate. A reasurring brush affirmes my presence by her side knowing it will not be long before Crypt and Painting of Black lanch their attack.
You think I'd just leave you like that? Nope, the cavalry will be here soon. Believe me, there nothing I won't do to get you back to where you belong.
I have a personal vendetta against the female Autumn and her partner in 'crime' Ryo. Anyone who attacks Midnight offends me and of course offends Crypt. God save their behinds when he comes to town, no-one else will...However in my moment of hatred it must be noted that one alone in this cadre has gained some respect, the female who answers to the name Radius. Regardless, the lines have been drawn, all we can do is wait for the battle to begin.

.What do you do when the only thing you believe in is taken away?.

.serving as a nothing in catacomb isle.They call me friend: Midnight's duel.
.They call me lover: none.
.They call me sister: none.
.They form my blacklist: Autumn.
.They gain my respect: Radius.



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