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[aid] => Mick
[title] => 2nd Chapter In a Book Of Unknowns
[time] => 2003-02-18 16:00:00
[hometext] => Random Thoughts
[bodytext] => Confessing my wrongs to a stick figured drawing
Is this what I've been led to believe therapy is? I'm not even an artist. A painted canvas doesn't even appeal to my eyes anymore. But maybe my problem is in the way I see things...or don't. Or maybe I've been misled since the day I fell. Ever since that day, my memory has been lagging behind. Putting two and two together has been harder than ever. Not that I was ever smart enough to do it in the first place. I'm slowly regaining the altitude at which I once climbed. But the day when it'll all come back at once is unknown. Remembering to forget the day is sometimes difficult. But the challenge of it all is what I try to live for. Limping through life is a test of one's will to live. A test that I will never fail, even if my mind does play tricks on me. Keep living, and you'll learn, that sore backs are nothing compared to a betrayal. Especially when the betrayal was brought upon you by yourself. Life is a game, but don't defeat yourself. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 19 [informant] => ChristopherFriedrich [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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