Fornits
Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform => The Troubled Teen Industry => Topic started by: Anonymous on February 16, 2007, 01:26:22 AM
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Be honest. I need a reality check here.
I won.
I am here.
I am alive.
I have a mind free of programming.
So what am I complaining about?
Would I take it all back?
Probably not.
Should I presumably take that away from others?
Should shut my whiny bitch mouth already?
I feel like a whiny bitch.
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I hunkered and watched, thought and waited almost 20 years. Most of us old heads did. And why not? Certainly moving on with life was the only healthy, sensible thing to do. But while we slept, they walked. And now they're making laws and fuckin with everybody's kids, not just lunatics like my mom.
And we're the grown ups now. I think we're obliged to do whatever we can or feel moved to do to counter the influence and show solidarity w/ resisters.
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All it takes.
Is a thought.
A microsecond.
A neural fiber receiving it's final electrical impulse.
The death of memories.
It's so tempting.
To move on.
To reunite with family.
To trust another.
To feel the way I did before.
So tempting.
Oh.
So tempting.
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You will never know.
What this site means to some.
Never know.
How could you with just symbols on an electrical plane.
I hope we meet one day on another.
Maybe if we.
All take acid.
At the same time.
We can meet in another place.
Another time.