REPORT ABUSIVE REPLY
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Technology of Craftsmanship
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Anonymous Coward |
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Beginning was the word Not through tunnel vision I painted my room. I took down all my shit. I thought I was different. I felt different. You're tethered to your room because of what it represents, not what it looks like. It doesn't represent anything. It's a fucking room. It's where you feel safe. Without a place to go back to, in the beginning, we'd be lost. At least that's how I've rationalized it for myself. So what's yours? Well apartment I grew up in, but I don't go back there anymore. Why not? Something happened, and it stopped feeling like it used to. So I can break it, this tether connection, whatever. I did, but it's not an easy trade, losing safety for freedom. [SIGHS.] Why do our bodies do such weird shit? I don't know. What do you think we are? Fuck if I know. Are you not even curious at all? I'm not sure if it'd change anything if I knew. So that's it? Hey you know more than I did when I was your age, and I didn't have somebody who'd been through this shit before. I had an uncle who was scared of me. Thought I was Moroi, a ghost. Not exactly an inspiring thought. What about an angel? Do you feel like an angel? No. Yeah. Me neither.Read more: [ link to www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk (secure)]
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