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I didn't know it, though. It took someone else to show me; they came along with a flashlight and said don't you know where you are? Here; move your head over here; now stick your arm through there; there you go, isn't that better? And it was better; for years of my life it was better; for years of my life I was guided and I learned what it meant to be free. And I got a flashlight of my own. Not a big one, like theirs; it was a little one, like a little a pen light? Am i saying this correctly? A small light, but it was mine. |
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Sorry, BYOB; it is me again; it is late; I will be gone again soon, I promise; I do not like to intrude on your hospitality more than is necessary. |
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Sep 3, 2015 03:50
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FilthIncarnate posted:I didn't know it, though. lol
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Sep 3, 2015 03:54
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If I could figure out how to get from here to there I could go to bed, finally. Woof. Okay. Let me try to begin at the beginning. |
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Sep 3, 2015 03:54
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So for a while I had someone to help me; someone who understood. And I learned a lot from this person. "So-and-so," they would say to me, though of course they did not say so-and-so, they called me by name; "So-and-so," they would say, "there is such a thing as the good." There is such a thing as the truth, they explained to me, and it was right, and over time I learned to understand the truth, though it was strange, and difficult, and not often what it seemed. And my understanding was small, but it was mine. |
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Sep 3, 2015 04:05
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FilthIncarnate posted:I didn't know it, though. haha |
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Sep 3, 2015 04:13
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And for years my life went on this way, and it was difficult, but it was better than before, because there was such a thing as the truth, because I had seen it, because I had touched it, held it in my hand, even if only for a moment. But one day, of course, life changed again, and it changed like this: all through my apprenticeship I had moved closer and closer to my benefactor, the person who instructed me, and that was good, that was fine, they understood the wire on this road because they had crawled through it themselves. and one day they instructed me now look, look over here, you see that gap there, come through that gap and it will bring you over to me. and from this place i took my little pen light and inspected the route for myself I don't like this story; this story doesn't have a happy ending. |
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Sep 3, 2015 04:15
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almost there; then i'll close the thread; i'll go to bed; we'll never speak of this again |
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Sep 3, 2015 04:16
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blood. blood everywhere. the wire was covered with blood. my teacher hadn't made it out at all; they were it was around their neck around their wrists blood everywhere blood. |
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Sep 3, 2015 04:20
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there's not much left to tell. to the left, away from them, i saw a tiny gap. if i twisted just right and held my breath i could just make it through- |
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Sep 3, 2015 04:21
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so i went. i went away from them, on my own, and and that's that. it's been years now. i don't talk to anyone; i certainly never post on the internet; this is my third time breaking that rule; i don't know why. but sometimes you just have to tell someone. okay. that's it. i'm going to bed. we're done here. |
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