How have you been?
Tired. Stressed. Lost weight. Unsure. Rough around the edges.

Alive. Not done fighting.
I'm too old to be young. My heart beats and my feet take steps that bring me far, far from home. I rarely feel safe, experience has taught me that. I find comfort in weaponry and I go through life without letting much touch me. I sometimes wish I were a machine, but I suppose it wouldn't make much of a difference. Just to be made from something cleaner then meat.
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You look very good in this picture. I am sure you disagree, but that doesn't matter because I am right.
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