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I feel like William Wallace right now, take away the fact that he fought valiantly for his country, and fought for his love.. This is the scenario. He's at war, and see the King riding off, he chases him, and one of the guards is assigned to kill William. It turns out to be the duke.. you know what I mean? William goes to rip off his helmet, and sees that it is his friend. the betrayal in his eyes, the fact that he jhust lies down, to accept defeat, because he can't live with the fact that he has been fucked over to the fullest extent by someone claiming to be his friend. Im in a shitty mood.. Ive been in a shitty mood for a few days.. Everything is all mixed up.. I don't know why I can't get over the hardships that Ive been faced with. I dont know how, she could have done this. I hate myself for having loved her.... Writing has always been one of those things that lets it all out, so that one can move forward. it doenst work. May everyone burn in the fiery pits of hell, while I torture you all. Sabrina666