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Post by endymien on May 3, 2009 21:23:04 GMT -5
December 12th
It is near Christmas, needless to say. I felt like I should write something on this day. Maybe just record what I did. Though it was nothing special, certainly. I made some paper ornaments, and helped the nuns make wreaths for charity. Some of us boys wrote letters the other day, for our parents in heaven. It was one of the nuns who watch the younger group. She says it's for when we see them again in heaven. I burned mine this afternoon. If heaven exists, the smoke is just as bound to reach the place as my sould with a letter in it's pockets. What a silly idea, souls can't carry letters. I hope it made the little ones feel a bit better though.
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Post by endymien on May 3, 2009 22:06:32 GMT -5
December 25th
Merry Christmas.
O come, Thou Dayspring, come and cheer Our spirits by Thine advent here; Disperse the gloomy clouds of night, And death's dark shadows put to flight.
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Post by endymien on Jun 1, 2009 15:16:11 GMT -5
March 16th
I do not have a father, I am an orphan. I've lost a father so the people could have another one. My father is a hero among men, willing to sacrifice himself for his love of God.
That is what the nuns say. I call it bull shit. He can not finish what he started. He wont finish his shop, he wont dedicate himself. He can not even finish raising his son. I wait for the day he quits the church and goes running off to some other passion. He can not handle pain and he can not handle fear. He is not a real man. I was in pain, but I did not abandon him in the same way. Unless it is because he hates me too. I couldn't stop what happened, and I saw it all. I was there. Maybe that is why he can't look at me anymore. I hate him more for it.
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Post by endymien on Jul 29, 2010 14:14:21 GMT -5
[Aaaw. Old Brenton memories! I am excited to start playing here again!]
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