As I stare listlessly into the mirror, the fuzzy image that gazes back at me is someone I barely recognize. But I do. They say prison causes profound changes in a man, and the most extraordinary stem from the most incredible circumstances. That man in the mirror has undergone an unimaginable plethora of alterations because he is the absolute worst thing one can be in prison: an innocent man.
I detect the bitterness in his hazel eyes, the constant worry that wrinkles his forehead, the anxiety that sets his jaw like cement and the frustration that has lightened his hair from brown to salty beige. But still, occasionally, I notice the soft smile of that gracious man I used to know, the kindness in his eyes and the youthful, even naive, wonder underlying his visage.
I witness as he struggles for control over his flagging emotions; his quiet humbleness as he is degraded 由 those who believe that, 由 mere coincidence of fallaciously bestowed power, they are superior in some way; the way he continues to strive for good, despite the oppression surrounding him; how he never puts himself before others; and he helps whoever he can. The man in the mirror is tired of fighting but he cannot stop, he was never taught how to give up. But like Atlas, his back groans under the weight on his shoulders.
I have observed the battles passing through his head as he combats the onslaught of vengeful thoughts for those who lied and cheated to set him up, refusing to hate them, regardless of their perfidious aspirations. The pain he feels for his loved ones, who he is powerless to protect from these people, seems to consume him with the voraciousness of a lion on the third 日 of an unfruitful hunt. He is tortured 由 his inability to provide the warmth and joy that he once gave to his children, and what they (and he) are missing each day. I rarely glimpse hope in his eyes anymore.
I sometimes wonder if he will make it. He seems to know there is little chance for retribution in a society that persecutes based on loose insinuation, vicious accusation and thoughtless supposition, but refuses to accept it. He seems to linger in reminiscence of a 日 long gone, a 日 in which greed and narcissism did not pervade everything, a 日 in which distorted imaginations were not permitted to pervert wholesome interchanges with delusional exaggerations. He seems to stick to his beliefs as if they are the only branches within his grasp during a devastating flood of irrationality. It is like watching a bridge crumble, one speck at a time, over a century; each bit takes an eternity to weaken the structure, but none can be replaced once it has fallen to be swept away 由 the current.
However, I still think he will overcome and persevere, because I have never seen his determination waver. And, as all of us in this situation know, prison mirrors are not very clear.
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I detect the bitterness in his hazel eyes, the constant worry that wrinkles his forehead, the anxiety that sets his jaw like cement and the frustration that has lightened his hair from brown to salty beige. But still, occasionally, I notice the soft smile of that gracious man I used to know, the kindness in his eyes and the youthful, even naive, wonder underlying his visage.
I witness as he struggles for control over his flagging emotions; his quiet humbleness as he is degraded 由 those who believe that, 由 mere coincidence of fallaciously bestowed power, they are superior in some way; the way he continues to strive for good, despite the oppression surrounding him; how he never puts himself before others; and he helps whoever he can. The man in the mirror is tired of fighting but he cannot stop, he was never taught how to give up. But like Atlas, his back groans under the weight on his shoulders.
I have observed the battles passing through his head as he combats the onslaught of vengeful thoughts for those who lied and cheated to set him up, refusing to hate them, regardless of their perfidious aspirations. The pain he feels for his loved ones, who he is powerless to protect from these people, seems to consume him with the voraciousness of a lion on the third 日 of an unfruitful hunt. He is tortured 由 his inability to provide the warmth and joy that he once gave to his children, and what they (and he) are missing each day. I rarely glimpse hope in his eyes anymore.
I sometimes wonder if he will make it. He seems to know there is little chance for retribution in a society that persecutes based on loose insinuation, vicious accusation and thoughtless supposition, but refuses to accept it. He seems to linger in reminiscence of a 日 long gone, a 日 in which greed and narcissism did not pervade everything, a 日 in which distorted imaginations were not permitted to pervert wholesome interchanges with delusional exaggerations. He seems to stick to his beliefs as if they are the only branches within his grasp during a devastating flood of irrationality. It is like watching a bridge crumble, one speck at a time, over a century; each bit takes an eternity to weaken the structure, but none can be replaced once it has fallen to be swept away 由 the current.
However, I still think he will overcome and persevere, because I have never seen his determination waver. And, as all of us in this situation know, prison mirrors are not very clear.
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I make mistakes
I mess up
but it was nevr enough
I no longer cry for you
no 更多 pain
that means I will no longer stand it
你 took my 心 and ran it strait into the planet
now I'm taking control of this relationship
command it
that means I no longer die for
no longer cry for 你
no 更多 pain
but 你 always win
as th blood trickles down my arm
I wisper 你 name into the dark
Cierra
the pain I went through for you
no longer
is anyone out there
feels like I'm talking o myslelf
feels like I'm going insane
feels crazy
guess I keep talking to myself
why in the world do I feel so alone
nobody but me
I'm on my own
is there anyone out there
that feels just what I feel
guess it's just me.
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just to let 你 know.I'm no sewisidle 或者 crazy.just a kid who's been through alot and has grown up faster
I mess up
but it was nevr enough
I no longer cry for you
no 更多 pain
that means I will no longer stand it
你 took my 心 and ran it strait into the planet
now I'm taking control of this relationship
command it
that means I no longer die for
no longer cry for 你
no 更多 pain
but 你 always win
as th blood trickles down my arm
I wisper 你 name into the dark
Cierra
the pain I went through for you
no longer
is anyone out there
feels like I'm talking o myslelf
feels like I'm going insane
feels crazy
guess I keep talking to myself
why in the world do I feel so alone
nobody but me
I'm on my own
is there anyone out there
that feels just what I feel
guess it's just me.
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just to let 你 know.I'm no sewisidle 或者 crazy.just a kid who's been through alot and has grown up faster
Pride is a belief in myself (or someone else) that within me is something no one else has just like me. Pride can be a wonderful thing. My coaches are proud of me when I execute a 移动 perfectly. I am proud of my efforts when I get the right answer to a test question. However, pride can have a negative connotation. If I am prideful of my 唱歌 talent 或者 of my sports accomplishments, then I am not feeling the right kind of pride. Yes, I can be pleased with my abilities; but when I let it go to my head, then I am full of pride, just like Odysseus often was. 由 believing that I am the only person with that talent, I inflate my ego. I believe myself to be “the best of the best,” and this can damage my relationships with others. They would not want my company if the only things I spoke of were my own accomplishments.
Meghan ran to the bus stop, where she saw Pompika. Thankfully Pompika looked at her politely and 说 “You know I saw Reg but ya know, how she’s jus’ across the street, she seems a lil’ mad!” Meghan thought for a 秒 and thought ‘why lose Pompika?’ and said, “Geez I don’t know?” Now she wished she had told the truth, instead of lying. “Oh I wish ya did.” Pompika said. “Tsk-Tsk, bad grammar Pompi” 说 Meghan. “Sorry, fine I wish 你 did. There ya… 你 go” “Hhhmmm, nice save.” Meghan said. “Hey look, Reg’s a comin’” 说 Pompika. “Great that’s good… wait REG!!!” 说 Meghan. “What?” 说 Pompika. "nothing."
i am looking for the star, our star, but this time i am alone, 你 aren't standing on the port 下一个 to me..
i feel i am 迷失 now, i can't find this star. 你 remeber what did i descoverd that night? i found only one 星, 星级 in the whole Portsaid's sky..
你 didn't belive that one 星, 星级 is exist.. 你 said: which star? the sky is felling of the stars!
i thought 你 was kidding, i was very sure that there's one star.. yeah, sure as the blind is sure that there's nothing around him!
now i see what 你 were talking about, i loved you, so i couldn't see anyone else but you..
你 was my heart's only love..
it was Portsaid's only star..
but 你 .. 你 didn't point to the same star, 你 saw all the stars but mine..
now i am alone, seeing many stars, can't find my star, am i blind? 或者 ..was i blind?
twinkle, twinkle, my littel star..
Portsaid's only star, which one is you?
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*Portsaid is an Egyptian port.
i feel i am 迷失 now, i can't find this star. 你 remeber what did i descoverd that night? i found only one 星, 星级 in the whole Portsaid's sky..
你 didn't belive that one 星, 星级 is exist.. 你 said: which star? the sky is felling of the stars!
i thought 你 was kidding, i was very sure that there's one star.. yeah, sure as the blind is sure that there's nothing around him!
now i see what 你 were talking about, i loved you, so i couldn't see anyone else but you..
你 was my heart's only love..
it was Portsaid's only star..
but 你 .. 你 didn't point to the same star, 你 saw all the stars but mine..
now i am alone, seeing many stars, can't find my star, am i blind? 或者 ..was i blind?
twinkle, twinkle, my littel star..
Portsaid's only star, which one is you?
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*Portsaid is an Egyptian port.