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My Love,
This world is such an awful place. I'm afraid there is just too much madness
in one lonely world that I just cannot comprehend; the way prostitutes
look so lovely before faking so much pleasure, oh-so sweet children losing their innocence,
the old man I saw eating out alone - how must he feel approaching his wife's grave?
I'm afraid I know of no pain of the kind; however, each life invites new pain, new wars.
That's all we are these days - the struggles of dealing with madness and war.
The greatness with that is with each death is that many less battles to fight.
Oh, how many battles could we end with each lost soul?
That is what I am and will be - lost battles.
There is too much madness that I cannot understand.
Bury my memories as well.
Literature
Are You Missing
"Are you missing
anything?",
she sighed
-as she watched
the snow-ghosts
at night
with her hands
on the frozen
glass, leaving
fog prints
that pressed
and reached.
-as he sat quietly,
breathing in
that summer
rain.
Literature
The Clockmaker's Daughter
She was murdered.
Murdered?
Yes murdered.
The doctors convened around the table around the young woman that they were to examine. There was not a single thing upon the woman's flawless body to suggest that such a thing had happened. She was perfect.
But how?
Don't know. She just was.
That's not evidence, Doctor.
I'm aware, Doctor.
They ran their hands along her body and tried to inspect for needle marks. Perhaps it was with the needle that had caused her death. No, there was nothing there to suggest such a death.
Poison, Doctor?
Perhaps, Doctor.
They opened her mouth with their plastic hands to see if there was any sign of poison.
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The things I learned in preschool
• Just because baking soda says soda on it, does not make it Pepsi.
• Carrying around a ruler as a scepter does not make you king of the classroom.
• An apple a day may keep the doctor away, but not the teacher (or homework)!
• A story before naptime always helps make your imagination come to life.
• Even if your classmates draw people like snowmen doesn't mean your stick people aren't cute.
• When day is done, you could have travelled farther than ever before, but you will always come home eventually.
• Sometimes, being brave is the only way to do new things (like riding that bike)!
• The reason
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Wonderful, in a sad way....