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The part about the bullet sounded bad, and I didnt mean that. I hoped you understood my analogy, as bad as it was.
As for the Taco Bell, it was in her state, not anywhere local or close to me.
I am better, more than I was, but this deeply disturbed me...I found the article in my optomitrists waiting room (I will have glasses now as well). I was at another Fry's store afterwards (in Buckeye), when I wrote this in Subway. I couldnt seem to feel good, I was pretty shaken.
Nothing, has ever hit me like this. Movies would have death and murders...but I think what made it hit me so hard was that she was still a kid, and what was done to her was so atrocious...
It makes me think about...everything.
--People. Existance. The afterlife. Human value. Humanity. Morals. The definition of Evil. Human frailty. Anger, sadness, hurt...
And I see her face, and It makes me think, and want to cry.
(I have to do or think something else now, or ill be consumed by its grief...I have to believe that there is still good things in this world, even though each day is another reason to believe that they are fading.
...What will I do, when happiness finally makes its way to me? Will it be late...?
Will I...recognise...it....)