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Sometimes, when I look in the mirror, the image taking me back to times where I wish I had been fine. And guess I was. At least that is what I told myself, while fighting for the fascist regime.
Alas now, things are different, for me and my partner in life. True, there is still strife. And yet, I can’t help but feel happy. As I have my Zeb by my side.
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Back then, I thought I would be alone the rest of my life, fighting the good fight.
True, I am still fighting that same ole fight, but now, I have someone here, right beside me, sharing it all with me.
Someone I was lucky to get, the love of my life, Alex. Thanking Ashla each passing day for blessing me in this way.