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 bởi those who believe that, bởi 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 ngày of an unfruitful hunt. He is tortured bởi 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 ngày long gone, a ngày in which greed and narcissism did not pervade everything, a ngày 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 bởi 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 bởi those who believe that, bởi 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 ngày of an unfruitful hunt. He is tortured bởi 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 ngày long gone, a ngày in which greed and narcissism did not pervade everything, a ngày 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 bởi 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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1.imitate sirius black,order a pizza, bánh pizza and say: i spent 12 years in azkaban then died 2 years later so this better be the best pizza, bánh pizza ever.
2.when angered pick up a pencil and yell "stupefy!" when doesnt work demand to know where your wand is.
3.walk into your classroom, look around say "this isnt hogwarts." yell "so long muggles!" march out and see who follows.
4.at ngẫu nhiên times yell "i killed sirius black!" reapeatidly.
5. at a bathroom hiss at the sink and say that bạn are trying to get into the chamber of secrets.
6.name anyone at all after harry potter poeple.
7.post this danh sách ev.er.y. where. [but give me credit]
8. replace the lyrics of all the songs bạn know with harry potter lyrics.
9.do not give up the thought that bạn are a muggle born even if bạn did not get a letter.
10. make everthing harry potter themed
thats it! i hope bạn liked it!
2.when angered pick up a pencil and yell "stupefy!" when doesnt work demand to know where your wand is.
3.walk into your classroom, look around say "this isnt hogwarts." yell "so long muggles!" march out and see who follows.
4.at ngẫu nhiên times yell "i killed sirius black!" reapeatidly.
5. at a bathroom hiss at the sink and say that bạn are trying to get into the chamber of secrets.
6.name anyone at all after harry potter poeple.
7.post this danh sách ev.er.y. where. [but give me credit]
8. replace the lyrics of all the songs bạn know with harry potter lyrics.
9.do not give up the thought that bạn are a muggle born even if bạn did not get a letter.
10. make everthing harry potter themed
thats it! i hope bạn liked it!
I am not obsessed with Justin Bieber nor do I hate him. In just neutral about him. But I am soooooooo fed up with all these people bagging him out!
I just read a câu hỏi on this spot that asked "If bạn saw Justin Bieber standing on the hàng đầu, đầu trang of a building getting ready to jump, would bạn cry hoặc scream JUMP FAG JUMP!". I'm sorry but if I saw someone (regardless of who they are) on hàng đầu, đầu trang of a building getting ready to jump off, I would do anything to make them stop.
Why do bạn people have grudges against someone who hasn't ever done something bad to anyone bạn know hoặc care about. And people say that he sounds like a chick and that he is a fag but honestly, he doesnt. His voice may be higher than other guys but that doesnt make him a fag.
And anyway, whats wrong with it if he is gay? Adam Lambert is gay and he has millions of fans.
I dont like Justin Bieber but I am fed up of people posting s**t about him!!!!!
Anyone agree???
I just read a câu hỏi on this spot that asked "If bạn saw Justin Bieber standing on the hàng đầu, đầu trang of a building getting ready to jump, would bạn cry hoặc scream JUMP FAG JUMP!". I'm sorry but if I saw someone (regardless of who they are) on hàng đầu, đầu trang of a building getting ready to jump off, I would do anything to make them stop.
Why do bạn people have grudges against someone who hasn't ever done something bad to anyone bạn know hoặc care about. And people say that he sounds like a chick and that he is a fag but honestly, he doesnt. His voice may be higher than other guys but that doesnt make him a fag.
And anyway, whats wrong with it if he is gay? Adam Lambert is gay and he has millions of fans.
I dont like Justin Bieber but I am fed up of people posting s**t about him!!!!!
Anyone agree???
Q .. Did bạn here about the blonde who shot an Mũi tên xanh into the air?
A .. She missed.
Q .. What do bạn do when a blonde throws a hand grenade at you?
A .. Pull the pin and throw it back.
Q .. Why did the blonde have tire tread marks on her back?
A .. From crawling across the đường phố, street when the sign đã đưa ý kiến "don't walk".
Q .. Why did the blonde tip-toe past the medicine cabinet?
A .. So she wouldn't wake up the sleeping pills.
Q .. Why did the blonde try and steal a police car?
A .. She saw "911" on the back and thought it was a Porsche.
Q .. How did the blonde die drinking milk?
A .. The cow fell on her.
Q .. What does a blonde say when bạn ask her if her blinker is on?
A .. It's on. It's off. It's on. It's off. It's on. It's off.
A .. She missed.
Q .. What do bạn do when a blonde throws a hand grenade at you?
A .. Pull the pin and throw it back.
Q .. Why did the blonde have tire tread marks on her back?
A .. From crawling across the đường phố, street when the sign đã đưa ý kiến "don't walk".
Q .. Why did the blonde tip-toe past the medicine cabinet?
A .. So she wouldn't wake up the sleeping pills.
Q .. Why did the blonde try and steal a police car?
A .. She saw "911" on the back and thought it was a Porsche.
Q .. How did the blonde die drinking milk?
A .. The cow fell on her.
Q .. What does a blonde say when bạn ask her if her blinker is on?
A .. It's on. It's off. It's on. It's off. It's on. It's off.
( Road)
The lord Millenium is in tìm kiếm of you
Looking for the tim, trái tim now
Have bạn heard the news
maybe bạn lấy trộm, đánh cắp it from him
i'll see if it is true
( General )
The lord Millenium is in tìm kiếm of you
Looking for he tim, trái tim now
Have bạn heard the news
I was not the one he sought
maybe it is you
( Lord Millenium )
Who is it that has my heart
i will find bạn soon
*hums*
link
The song is from D. Grey Man some how none of bạn know it as the only song i know bởi tim, trái tim from the series i thought it'd be wonderful to post the song ( with a link to the song of course ) and bring in a little part of it >;) and the picture.....was a huge con nhện, nhện i took from Waverly Hills so goodbye.......and Happy hauntings Children!!!