:hugs... what more is there to do?:

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-Undergoing Metamorphosis

*deep breath, let out slowly* So this is what sent Wulfe off. I can't say I blame him at all. This is not a good thing, at all. Sometimes I hate my imagination, for what it lets me picture. I hate it more when I find out later that my imagination was pretty acurate. We will wait and see how close the way I picture this is to the truth. Many questions does this raise, indeed. Some obvious, some not so obvious.

But what I don't see is a reason for me not to read this. I will have to be careful, now, to avoid asking the wrong questions. But on the other hand, I have the knowledge so that I can keep from asking them in ignorance, without knowing what kind of pain such questions might inflict on you.

Guns, swords, knives, or simply brute strength. None of these, in and of themselves, is a cause for evil. Just because some one has one, or even just because they use it, does not mean that person is a bad one. I don't have a gun, personally. I may be issued one at some point, and told to use it, but by that point, I'm dead anyways, and it will only be a matter of time. But my body has been trained. I don't need the cold steel to take a life, or control another through fear. Knowing how to hurt some one gives me power over them. But I choose not to exert this power. There are wicked people in this world. We know it, all of us. We've seen it in the news, and 99% of us know some one personally who is, whether they have experienced it first hand, or their friend has. This saddens me.

Now, I have said I have the training to hurt, and even kill some one. With my bare hands, even. And now, there is one more person on my list of people I have a desire to exert that power on. There is a guy some where near my mom's house, although, if he knows what's good for him, he's no longer anywhere near there. He made the mistake of attempting to sexually assualt my sister. The reason he still lives is because my sister runs fast, screams loudly, and hasn't seen him since. If she ever points him out to me..... he will not remain unharmed. He is one like so many others, real life monsters. And if I could, I would love to punish each and every one of them.

But that's unrealistic. So I do what I can. I protect my sister. I protect my friends. I protect my mother. Actually, my sister has the Irregulars unit backing her up, so any guy that messes with her is really in trouble. I say that half jokingly, but also deadly serious. This is the only thing I can think of to do. The people who are not monsters must group together, combine their strengths. All of us can unite against these people who's actions cause us to recoil in horror. That is my dream, and I have seen it work.

But, back to the poem.... Katryn, you survived. I am forever grateful for that. And you have grown stronger. And now you have Chris. And you have protecters. We will keep you safe, now, and weep because we couldn't have kept you safe before.

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"Until you find something worth dying for, you're not really living."

May my words never be wasted...

i'm sensing something....

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"Sometimes I gaze into my reflection, but the only thing I see is my sorrow"