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Pain – A Look Back

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Written on September 16th, 2003 – Based on a conversation with a friend (referred to in this post as ‘you’). I think my failing, my utter failing, is my tendency to feel as much as I can, whether it is pain or joy. I have often plumbed the utter depths of despair, but you have not often seen me like…

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The Librarian – Memories of a Lost Childhood

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I sometimes wake up thinking that I have to go to school again, and it fills me with dread before I realise that I never have to go to school again; I never have to walk to that cold building with its dark long corridors and barred windows; I never have to park my bottom again on those hard benches…

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