01_Unexpected
02_Pressing On
03_An Ordinary Life
04_Continuity
0#_My Will To Fight
-------------------- Connexions Music
RCP90
Elijah's Tomb
Boy Charlie
-------------------- ryanro@mac.com
Run.
Play.
Breathe.
Stand.
Fight.
Fall down.
Get up.
Walk.
Bleed.
Love.
LIVE.
"To me every single bump, bruise, stitch, cut...everything has been worth it. The sacrifices as you call 'em? I wouldn't give none of 'em back to you, because I loved them all."
- Steve Austin
Leave this one alone. Keep far away from her with your damned agendas and politics and tirades and bombs and hate. You damned fools. You've completely failed to address the very lives you wish to protect regardless of how you define such protection. She is not an icon for some bloody cause. She is not a statistic to be ignored. She is not alone; she is not a representative of your side. She is a human being.
Leave this one alone. He is not the devil because he lacks a uterus. You put him under; he will not sleep forever. He cannot experience a life growing within---but he can feel, despite your claims to the contrary. You damned fools. You fail to see what role he is supposed to play. He will wake one day and shake off the poison you have fed him. He is not her enemy. He is a human being.
Leave this one alone. She does not know hate. She does not know anger. She does not know these things yet---she only knows peace. The rest will come in time. Let her have this peace for as long as it lasts. Damned fools. Take responsibility for her. She is not a tool. Perhaps she is not alive. Perhaps she is. Who are you to decide? Who made you God? Who are you to intrude upon the only place in the whole world where she will know true safety? Leave her alone. Keep your bloody hands off of her. She is helpless. She is not alone. She is not a process or a routine. She is a human being.
How dare you say that is not enough.