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Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform => The Troubled Teen Industry => Topic started by: Anonymous on April 14, 2007, 10:16:51 PM
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Maybe it was during a group confrontational session.
Maybe it was during a rap.
Maybe it was during a seminar.
Maybe it was somewhere else.
An artist could describe this feeling.
A poet could.
I don't know words well enough to, but I have felt it before.
It never really goes away.
Ever?
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I'm not sure anyone can describe it unles they been through it
As someone who has been through it, i can't describe it, the words aren't there, i can't find them, maybe I don't want to, subconciously - maybe it's so different for each person there is no way of pinning it down completely in writing, through art, shouting, screaming or whatever way you really want to express it
It's just too deep to be able to even begin to find a way to express it, plus it would take years & years to connect with every little detail that led to the way you feel now?
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As someone who has been through it, i can't describe it, the words aren't there, i can't find them, maybe I don't want to, subconciously -
So do us a favor and SHUT UP then! :flame: :evil: ::both::
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This coming from someone who posts as Guest :roll:
Is there a point on using a forum that you cannot respond in? Dork
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Maybe it was during a group confrontational session.
Maybe it was during a rap.
Maybe it was during a seminar.
Maybe it was somewhere else.
An artist could describe this feeling.
A poet could.
I don't know words well enough to, but I have felt it before.
It never really goes away.
Ever?
Baby Blue
the wastbasket waits to recieve your emotions. Love anger hate sorrow, all your insane notions.
I'm wetted down with ink and have no words with which to blott it.
Stay away from me, before I turn on you.
My hatred has run free, my heart truned baby blue.
I rage this war against myself
and I'm not the only casualty.
No ones leaving this play alive
This play of mass tranquility.
Curtin call and I walk
Curtin drops, I stumble & fall.
Tripped by my material needs
Look out to the gawking creeds
Silent whisper becomes a roar
I pick myself up off the floor
AND I WAS FORCED TO BOW DOWN TO THE CROWD LAUGHING AT ME.
I rage this war aginst myself
And I'm not the only casualty
Take ten paces back and fire
See who falls first to their knees
Cera Ouish
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This coming from someone who posts as Guest :roll:
Is there a point on using a forum that you cannot respond in? Dork
If it means that much to you, I'll login. (I just generally don't bother, like many others here.)
So don't use it at all, then; see if I care.. dorkette! :P :rofl:
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Okay :roll: