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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 7:13 pm
I’m bored. And there’s no light to read by. So, I might as well poke at a problem that’s been nagging me for a while. So... what is anger anyway? The adults answered that it’s when you say bad words. But everyone I heard cursing their mother, God, and dog to the seventh level of hell looked so … happy while doing it. My friends replied that it’s an emotion. A feeling of hostility towards something. I didn’t have a chance to feel it though. Hmm… Maybe I should feel angry at this darkness preventing me from doing anything? But it’s so calming though, with a ever-lasting quality to it. Maybe… hmm… Ha! I think that’s it! Anger…is her face.
Those distorted features and flashing eyes of my mother when she shoved that spoon down my throat.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 7:48 pm
Wow. sad (i could say something, but it would be too hard to explain...)
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 5:55 am
I don't understand, therefore I can't appreciate. I'm hazarding a guess that the narrator is a sick and bed-bound child, probably terminal.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 10:29 am
Hm, that's not what i got... *avoids*
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 4:54 pm
Eep. I'd be disgruntled too.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 1:46 pm
Oh I forgot there's the mom's side too. xd I'll post that as soon as possible. Maybe it'll clear up the confusion on the baby's side.
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