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VICTORIA Hannah Kirsten051093
Catholic Junior College
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Stealing
Friday, July 10, 2009 , 11:02:00 PM
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I just watched For One More Day.
A movie based on the book by Mitch Albom.
I have to say, it's one movie that followed
the book exactly. The exact dialogues even.
Amazing. It was so sad. But I like it.
I feel out of it. I always feel out of it.
Like something isn't ever right.
I get depressed so freaking easily.
Dunno what to do about the CI thing.
Yesterday Andrea told me to pray about it.
And it actually occurred to me that I hadn't tried!
See what's happening to me.
How could I forget God? Andrea's advice was
definitely God-sent. I guess it kinda took such
obvious means for me to realise. Since I just
remembered, the recent sermons have been
about this kind of thing. Well thank God for
Andrea then, literally.
My imagination is taking on a sadistic streak.
This is the poem I wrote in lit today.
Based off the poem by Carol Ann Duffy
Stealing
I took it. A face, one like mine
Midnight. Snuck her to a safe-house
Sleeping pills in her throat, enough to last the day
Went back Closed my eyes
woke up with her face
Better of dead than giving in, not taking
what you want. Took no effort to fool
the parent, less for the friends.
Part of the thrill was knowing
She'd never figure it out
I steal things worth stealing, an experience
a birthday, a piece of good news.
I'm the one in control and they never know
Then I come to my favourite part, the mirrors
Reality was calling, the sky dimming
I trudged back, nearly regretting
Replaced her in her bed and walked out
never looking back. Started to wonder
who's life I'd try tomorrow.
A movie based on the book by Mitch Albom.
I have to say, it's one movie that followed
the book exactly. The exact dialogues even.
Amazing. It was so sad. But I like it.
I feel out of it. I always feel out of it.
Like something isn't ever right.
I get depressed so freaking easily.
Dunno what to do about the CI thing.
Yesterday Andrea told me to pray about it.
And it actually occurred to me that I hadn't tried!
See what's happening to me.
How could I forget God? Andrea's advice was
definitely God-sent. I guess it kinda took such
obvious means for me to realise. Since I just
remembered, the recent sermons have been
about this kind of thing. Well thank God for
Andrea then, literally.
My imagination is taking on a sadistic streak.
This is the poem I wrote in lit today.
Based off the poem by Carol Ann Duffy
Stealing
I took it. A face, one like mine
Midnight. Snuck her to a safe-house
Sleeping pills in her throat, enough to last the day
Went back Closed my eyes
woke up with her face
Better of dead than giving in, not taking
what you want. Took no effort to fool
the parent, less for the friends.
Part of the thrill was knowing
She'd never figure it out
I steal things worth stealing, an experience
a birthday, a piece of good news.
I'm the one in control and they never know
Then I come to my favourite part, the mirrors
Reality was calling, the sky dimming
I trudged back, nearly regretting
Replaced her in her bed and walked out
never looking back. Started to wonder
who's life I'd try tomorrow.
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