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Alone
Friday, August 29, 2014 at 9:50 AM
This one time I became selfish,
this one time I am fighting my battle, this one time I tear my heart out for you to see, this one time I put myself above others, this one time I allowed myself to fall, this one time I let myself be weak, this one time I tried to surrender, this one time I struggled with the pain, this one time I can finally release what's been bottled up, this one time I have opened up my whole being, it's still not about me. And I have to live with the fact that it will never be. I am not able. I just thought I was. And everything I believed in will come crashing down on me, as I break in thousands to solid ground, I will never know life without pain. I will never know devotion I was not made to be that way. I was not made to be devoted for. I was just made to devote myself. I was made for others. I was made to give myself until nothing is left for me. |
“In most books, the I, or first person, is omitted; in this it will be retained; that, in respect to egotism, is the main difference. We commonly do not remember that it is, after all, always the first person that is speaking. I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well. Unfortunately, I am confined to this theme by the narrowness of my experience. Moreover, I, on my side, require of every writer, first or last, a simple and sincere account of his own life, and not merely what he has heard of other men's lives; some such account as he would send to his kindred from a distant land; for if he has lived sincerely, it must have been in a distant land to me. Perhaps these pages are more particularly addressed to poor students. As for the rest of my readers, they will accept such portions as apply to them. I trust that none will stretch the seams in putting on the coat, for it may do good service to him whom it fits.”
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