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To day was my last day of high school, I want to get a tattoo to pay tribute to my memories and to commemorate the end to this chapter of my life. But I just can't think of any thing that would be good enough to symbolise this memory. I'm happy but at the same time I'm sad and perhaps I now, more than ever, realize how the passage of time effects our lives. I've learned so much through this experience. A man could devote his entire life to study, and he could never obtain what these 4 years have given me.

 The smell of war hung in the cool morning air of Vairo, the oldest and poorest city in the Demonic province of Al Lydian. The sun had not yet peeked above the horizon but it's pale clean light illuminated the eastern sky with the gentle and elegant purity of the impending dawn. Dante Locke, a young demon soldier from the 1st X-K Division, peeked his head above the stone guardrail of the balcony on which he sat. A few moments earlier the Demonic and Darklore troops had agreed to a temporary ceasefire. Dante gazed out at the city now in ruin then lifted his tearful gaze to the horizon. His dark red eyes blazed with the flickering ring of fir

The smell of war hung in the cool morning air of Vairo, the oldest and poorest city in the Demonic province of Al Lydian. The sun had not yet peeked above the horizon but it’s pale clean light illuminated the eastern sky with the gentle and elegant purity of the impending dawn. Dante Locke, a young demon soldier from the 1st X-K Division, peeked his head above the stone guardrail of the balcony on which he sat. A few moments earlier the Demonic and Darklore troops had agreed to a temporary ceasefire. Dante gazed out at the city now in ruin then lifted his tearful gaze to the horizon. His dark red eyes blazed with the flickering ring o