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Tara Hardy, from “One Live Finger”, My, My, My, My, My
"The Definition of the Phrase: To Move On"
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— Edna St. Vincent Millay to Arthur Davison Ficke, 1922.
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Old poems.
Old me.
Lonely nights like these I wonder if I really still exist if I'm not so full of youth. I'm still young, but it feels like there's something missing in my heart everyday.
I miss who I once was. That boy who was always trying to impress you.
I feel I've given up in a sense. On being me, like an empty slate was the best form of self preservation I had. It's sad.
Like a character born from trauma, that's so colorless. It makes it hard to differentiate sometimes, if I've missed you, or myself more. Or what we had, the innocence disappeared so quickly. Too quickly.
MT
Old poems.
Old me.
Lonely nights like these I wonder if I really still exist if I'm not so full of youth. I'm still young, but it feels like there's something missing in my heart everyday.
I miss who I once was. That boy who was always trying to impress you.
I feel I've given up in a sense. On being me, like an empty slate was the best form of self preservation I had. It's sad.
Like a character born from trauma, that's so colorless. It makes it hard to differentiate sometimes, if I've missed you, or myself more. Or what we had, the innocence disappeared so quickly. Too quickly.
A Day In October by Alexandra Wesche
Unbiased journalism is not pretending both sides are equally valid. Unbiased journalism is reporting the facts even if those facts include that one side is irredeemably awful. False neutrality is propaganda.
^ SO MUCH TRUTH
FBI Frames Muslim-American After He Refuses to Be a ‘Terrorist Informant’
“[He] then (sic) pulls my pants to my ankles with my boxer shorts, touching my butt and penis area. Officer Berrios then (sic) yells out ‘Gun, he has a gun!’…I immediately said, ‘That gun is not mine! You know that gun is not mine! You searched me two times!’”
[…]
“They said that I was facing ten years, but I could walk away right now if I agreed to be an informant…They said that they would give me the names of specific people who they wanted me to target, and I would use anti-government propaganda to incite them to violent action. They implied that they would provide me with guns and bombs to give people.”
[Source]
This is so SO common, and many people in the Muslim communities are the victims of this kind of framing.
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