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Letter to
Contributed by
dewman
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Wednesday, 27th October 2004 @ 11:08:49 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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All these questions…life is great till “IT” comes around. Why does “IT” insist on making life reach for a depressing low? Questions that are passed off as mere worrisome nervous thoughts during the day are seriously contemplated when no one is around. These mere worries are transformed into serious deep thoughts and are all brought to the surface at once. Is it because of this thing? This IT? Are the emotions and feelings real? Or simply induced by "IT" to feel real? Who are you? Who sent you? What is it that makes you so powerful? Wherever you are…something goes wrong. Something is always awry. People get hurt physically and emotionally. It always happens.
Where does your power of administering pain derive? Ironically, we readily accept the fact of inevitable pain. The heartache is created by your evilness and worsens as time goes on. Suddenly you’ve become the antidote to the sickness you have caused. The pain will always continue on a downward spiral.
Some see you coming and step aside allowing you to do your dirty work. They see how you hurt them and still they just stand and watch. Others don’t have a clue about what is happening to them. They only feel something isn’t right. Before they know it, you’ve taken and destroyed everything they had; completely ruining any good in their lives. Nothing gives you more pleasure than watching someone suffer.
There are others you search for. The people who know of you and your wicked ways and never give you the opportunity of introduction. Yet you never give up, cause you never know who’ll fall victim to you. Finally, there are people who visit you every once in a while and are convinced they have control. While in reality they are completely defenseless against your poisonous strike. Your evil venom corrupts another human body…and again a life is destroyed.
Is this all you know? Have you no good whatsoever? What is it about you that calls us to return over and over and over. Just to be broken again, and again, and again…
Copyright ©
dewman
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2004-10-27 23:08:49]
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Re: Letter to
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by emystar on
Thursday, 28th October 2004 @ 02:42:52 AM AEST
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A masterpeice of wisdom, pain, humaness, wonder and very powerfull.
I know I can relate to these questions etc. Most everyone can.
It's really hard sometimes. U might wonna read my write, LUNATICS. It says it differnetly but I think we were feelings some of the same questions etc.
Very powerfull masterpeice.
No one can read this powerfull write with out identifying with it.
Great work but keep the faith as we shall prevail if we keep the right spirit in the midst of it all.
luv, huggs, faith, hope, joy, peace,
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Re: Letter to
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by thumper on
Thursday, 28th October 2004 @ 07:03:10 AM AEST
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Yes, exactly! :o}
Peace
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