March 2012
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I figure I am living blind, and though I’m awfully afraid of going blind in the physical of senses, I realize I still live day to day without a clear head and open eyes.
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We were on the brink of the most favored season tallied for, Summer. Not yet too hot, but with an abundant warmth, flowing through youthful leaves and settling thoroughly, willingly, within their vine-like interiors. I sat in class that one day as I remember correctly. It was the last class of my senior year. I wouldn’t call myself the most observational of people, yet I could wholly see...
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Originally written on Feb. 21st at 6:07PM
I suck with words. That very sentence acts as evidence for its own claim. I do not doubt for a second some of you may feel the same way. Some of you, like me, may be sitting at your computer or desk trying to articulate in words the exact feelings you have endured over the years. It is anything but easy to generate a feeling or have the reader imagine what had happened in simply put words, and it...
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“I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not...”
– James Kavanaugh
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Your affect on me is probably the opposite of that you hoped. As I grow older I, in contrast to your expectation of growing fonder of you and growing more sociable, have become independent. I no longer look forward to seeing friends during school but rather look forward to leaving school in order to kick back, have a snack, and dance in my room, music blasting, by myself. I wish no one to pity me,...
