It's been too long, my friend.

Must my bitter heart you rend?

I thought I knew you then,

But you ran away again.

Why must you leave me now?
Did I take more than you'd allow?
I wish that I could vow
That we'd make it through somehow.

You don't want the world to know
What's behind the wounds you show.
I wanted us to grow
Far beyond our pain and woe.


Before me you now stand
Not reaching out your hand.
Why can't you love me and
Tell me that you understand.


I guess I'll say goodbye
And I'll try hard not to cry.
My bitter heart will be denied
But you'll forever be inside.

Captive by Paul Klee

Going against the flow, being different and trying not to be cliche. Those are always my New Year's resolutions. Wait, no, those are my day-to-day life mantras.

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The history books I had in school were apparently mind control devices. Why else would I just now find out that the first Thanksgiving was actually celebrated by Spanish explorers in Florida by holding Mass and that there were probably no turkeys or pumpkins involved?

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Time slips away. Slowly. Sometimes I lose all track of time, don't know what day it is, don't know the month. It's as if time is a living thing inside me leaking out and leaving a gaping hole that can't be filled.

via The Hole (2001)

To everything, there is a season.
For everything, there is a purpose.

A time to weep and a time to laugh.
A time to tear and a time to mend.
A time to be silent and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate.
A time to be born and a time to die.

What would happen if any of these times overlapped?

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At what age can a child suppress traumatic memories or emotions? How long will these memories remain buried inside the child? Will they affect the actions and decisions of the child for the rest of its life? Must do research. Soon.

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the International Academy of Law and Mental Health

The very thing I seek to avoid follows me around all day and is near me all night. I can't escape. I try to ignore it. I don't look at it, don't speak to it. Avoid, avoid, avoid. Run and hide.

via Martin Mullen