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A dimly lit room, about 18 girls sitting in a circle The unflinching eyes of the doctor; dark, hardened, holding a chart, mindlessly writing gibberish No one was older than 18 Black, white, tan; fat, skinny, chubby; short, tall, in the middle; they all had something missing in their eye, perhaps the theft of their humanity, security. There was a kinship they all held, unbeknownst to them; words unspoken Every girl sat with baggage toppled to the ceiling: the room was full and at the same time I realized it was empty; I was alone, completely deserted Only one pair of eyes still glinted with hope, aspirations, belief in humanity They were mine. For you

Arghhhhhhh I'm so overwhelmed with my anger, frustrated by people's ignorance. Annoyed by people's lack of respect. My blog has become my sounding board I shall not want, it lead me to self-peace, it maketh me feel not like killing people, it restoreth my sense of humanity. Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear myself more then anyone else; for I am thy worst enemy; for the rod and the staff may not comfort me but rather the enemies who face me.  10/25/13