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Jun 2013
From now on
there are no more excuses for you
not to become something great.
No more hesitation,
no more self-deception
and no more hiding from yourself.
If you can’t place trust within an oath to yourself,
then you are obsolete.
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It may seem like wrestling a bear.
But the instant the kodiak lies slain at your feet,
armed with nothing but your bare hands.
You’ll know true metamorphosis,
true rebirth,
true strength
true power.
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Grow strong,
or die with your face against the asphalt.
Fighters, fight.
I am Fenrir.
Born to destroy.
Give me darkness.
Give me that real sleep,
under blanket of oblivion.

N.H.
Nihl
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Nihl  Convict colony
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