This is my line.
Mine.
I own it.
It belongs to me.
I belong to it.
I've shed blood and tears on this line.
Don't tell me how to treat it.
Don't tell me how to use it.
No.
Stop.
This is mine.
These are my girls.
My sisters.
My families.
My team.
My unit.
No.
Back up.
This is mine.
I own it.
It owns me.
Take care of yours.
And I'll take care of
Mine.
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Poems, Stories, And Unorganized Messes
Short StoryShort stories, poems, snippets, scraps, scripts, and more...whatever I feel like writing. Kind of a dumpster where I just dump what I'm thinking, but it doesn't smell as bad. I hope. Copyright 2014 (c) by DiscardedOpus13 All rights reserved. No part...
