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on 5-13-2005 at 6:25pm
|I stood proud and tall, all plans made, and those not made were of no stress to me. I stepped on alot of people to get to my place at the top. Then one of those people came and threw me a punch, then another one rose and I recieved another blow. One after another, after another until I was left gazing right at him, the one person I had left, and i asked "Et tu?". And he threw the final stabbing punch, right to my gut, that sent me tumbling to the ground in pain and tears.
(Aw boy, Caesar reference. Ambiguity intended, I'll explain it once I'm in a better mood. I'm always metaphorical and full of alliteration when life is in the process of beating me down.)
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