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gbisus13 [2005-04-11 02:00:57 +0000 UTC]
wonderful poem sarah.
1. Do you live a lie? yes and no, I dont know, I think I am fully aware of it, and as such isnt a lie, more an untruth, and yes i think theres a valid difference. and really the untrue life isnt so much untrue as an alternative life to the shitty real life i have. oh yes, its my online-ness.
A. If so who is it for and why?its for me, because i have failed to put myself forth an interract outside. its entirely my fault, I dont know why i dont just get out... MISFIT!
B. If so are you happy in your lie of a life? I do rather enjoy it here, and i have people to talk to, and that is a nice thing. but no, i really hate it, because i know i could experience so much more.
C. How would it feel to be truly free? i think we went over this with the gothic heaven piece... freedom is nirvana as in nothingness. because if there is existence, then there is SOME rule somewhere, unless you are god, and im sure even those have some kind of rules, who knows what they may be tho.
and did you consciously do 1, A, B, C? it was disconcerting and amusing.
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scept [2005-03-16 00:50:17 +0000 UTC]
Stand tall and be proud, because you are a star.
Yes yes. hmmm, I just want to reply on that star thing, you seem to compare people around you as stars. Thats a great thought, I can't Imagine anyone who doesn't want to be compared with a star! (or an angel for example). Doesn't everybody loves them? But whats the meaning purpose of the sentence, you want to cheer people up? Maybe you studied psychology? Or you believe in some other thing, please let me know, I'm intrested.
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liart66 In reply to scept [2005-03-17 00:52:05 +0000 UTC]
Stars light up the night and guide the sailorβs home. They offer direction when we have no written maps. They are impossible to touch but so beautiful to gaze upon. They are endless as time and a constant reminder how vast our galaxy is. So when I compare people to stars it is to tell them how wonderful they truly are. In this world where everyone is so eager to know each other down, it is nice to know that someone out there believes in all the greatness they can achieve just by being who they were born to be. Hopefully it will ignite a spark in someoneβs soul to believe in who they really are. I know how hard it is to do it alone so therefore I let other know that they are not alone as long as I am alive. It is to give hope in such a bleak environment we call life. Even though I am a dark heart myself, I still have a taste of humanity left in me and as long as I have the will to live, I will have the will to fight for the happiness of others.
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X3msnake [2005-03-15 20:09:45 +0000 UTC]
hey Sarah you should fix the link in the D3Army because the *** glued to the weblink rendering it uselss : )
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umma-ohz [2005-03-15 16:41:14 +0000 UTC]
No, i dont think that I do live a lie, recently I have become even better at bieng myself.... I see and know a lot of people in school who really like to criticise others, some are even supposed to be my friends, most of them are also complete stoners... so i dont see any reason why i should have to pretend that I agree with a lot of their thoughts that I really dissagree with, and I think some of their judgements have already been clouded by their drug use anyway...
..but anywho, that was a really good poem, really excellent!
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samaya1974 [2005-03-15 14:35:12 +0000 UTC]
I spent the first twenty years of my life living a lie. It was never my choice. I was told that my mother had died when I was born and I had no family. A few years ago, I found out that my mother had lived until 1987, and that I had two beautiful brothers and a whole big family. It brought alot of pain up to the surface because I felt if I had known my mother was alive I may have had the chance to know her before she died. And now I feel cheated, not free.
But as blissful as ignorance is, I'd much rather suffer the pain of truth.
Very encouraging poem.
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Askhari [2005-03-15 03:59:08 +0000 UTC]
I lived a lie for too long, hiding behind my everyday life and my masks and stereotypes.
Now I'm separating more and more from this lie, but I don't know if its something like getting truely free, or fleeing into another lie. I just know that on one hand this new "freedom" and "truth" that is growing and growing inside me are satisfying me on one hand, but consuming and suffocating me on the other hand.
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