July 6th, 2007 was the worst day of my life.
Its bad enough when dreams die, its the worst when you have to kill them yourself.
Dreams die, they fade over time, I think I wanted to join the Air Force at one point, maybe be a Firefighter, somewhere along the line I just stopped.
This time I had to kill it myself, with my own hands, sign my name and everything.
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What happened?
Ryan
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