Some people never see who you’ve become they only see the version of you they’ve framed in their minds.

A high stakes poker game with old friends who used to be close. Now you are rivals competing for the next draw. Luckys 777s.

A young ambitious man with big plans up against a bloodthirsty huntsman with silver crafted dark fantasy bullets. Can he be stopped?

Anxious, paranoid and gripping at the wheel who could that be who’s following me? Capturing the tense wait at the red light.

A claustrophobic joureny on the underground metro, masking thoughts and feelings behind an anxious superficial mask just to fit in.

Wagging tails and happy faces, I still think about the dogs I had growing up. They were there for me when others wasn’t.

Life in the Army is regimental and at times silly because of old traditions, that make me feel like a child. But i’d do it again given the chance.

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