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"today you are you, that is truer than true. there is no one alive who is youer than you." dr. seuss.Ill pleur dans mon coeur comme il pleut sur la ville; Quelle est cette langueur Qui penetre mon coeur?~ Betrayal is a very vulnerable feeling.Like your stranded on a deserted Island with a one person boat and another person and they steal the boat while you are asleep,leaving you stranded. Stranded,another vulnerable feeling.Its when your at the point where you need the help,the help you need to ask for. Ithink my father felt this way alot,stranded, stranded in the middle of his drug addiction and his unhappiness. A slave to surviving it. teh funny thing about the day I got here,now I look back on it, is that as trapped and alone and afraid and abandoned I was, I was stranded. Now again I feel that way, as if this wooden chair is my desert island. all I have to do is wait, wait to be rescued. Rescued by my mother and brought back,back to my familliar quaint little town that holds so much of my sorrow which is my life boat in the sea of tears I have cried in the past two weeks and 4 days. (annonymous)~or maybe the web of light was there after he left,singing in a high voice about coming away,to waters and to wild, away from the weeping he could not understand.~I dont want to say Im sorry because I know theres nothing wrong~ The smoothe smoke pouring into my lungs, the base vibrating through my ears and the thrill running through my body.Almost liek the thrill of cutting melissas hair,or the thrill of wraping a towel tightly around my neck and waking up on the floor.Almost like the thrill of walking through the door of a new place into a house of brothers and confrontations.Coming down was like walking back out again into a place of unprotected feelings.In a place where the lack of time does not allow for a journal or a quote.But if I walked out with anything new in my heart it was a sense of myself,no longer hidden with makeup or corrupted with temptation.just a person ,capable of anything,heading towards something.And as I write thses last few words in the only thing I could trust in the past 2 weeks nad 4 days I will remeber. remember the TC conecept that got me through it all and that is simply one day at a time.(annonymous)~As much as I will miss this place, it is not home,wherever home may be~ me font a, table table div div {visibility:visible;}