Free.She wasn't sure where it was that she was going. She only knew that she had to leave. The lights of the city disappearing behind her, she clutched the wheel and turned the radio all the way up as she sped down the empty highway on the warm summer night. She was scared, unsure of what would happen to her or of where she would wind up, and yet despite her fear she was inexplicably excited, empowered by the strength which suddenly surged inside. A new beginning lay before her on this deserted road, a path into the future that only she would ever travel, and she would find it, and from it she would seize all that had been taken from her in the liFree.
The hurt beneath."Dear diary", she wrote to nobody, her hands floating above the paper as they followed her will and guided the pen. The storm outside still thundered loudly, her body cold despite the pajamas on her skin. It was three o'clock on a Saturday morning, as she wrote her thoughts out while sitting cross-legged atop her bed. "I am alone. I exist in a state of suffocating and unyielding confusion, my very self belonging to the thoughts which plague and imprison my mind. I have nothing to offer, to myself or to another, for I am empty of all possesions; I have no soul inside. Though my heart beats on, my skin still perspires, and my lungs continue toThe hurt beneath.
Awakening youth.The child looked up into the endless sea above his head, and watched as the clouds drifted silently across the turquoise sky. As he lay upon the grass, his arms folded beneath his head, he closed his eyes and submerged himself into the pulse of the breathing world which enveloped him. The smell of honey-suckle permeated the air, and in the distance he could hear the leaves rustling as a breeze found its way across the land. Other children were playing, and he heard a bell ring, but even as the teachers called for him to come back in from recess, he remained where he was, smiling to himself as he lay upon the grass, for today was the happiestAwakening youth.
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“Those who want to live, let them fight, and those who do not want to fight in this world of eternal struggle do not deserve to live.”
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Privatio praesupponit habitum
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Domingo Valles
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Man was made to create... that's why god invented Shrinky Dinks.
~Peter Griffin
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I think everybody should be a machine
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