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    • Eric The Great
      By Eric The Great
      Man this really put a smile on my face. Some guy in Israel who lost his jaw due to Cancer (Yup that's Jaw my friends),
      got an alternative thanks to this technology called in German, 3d drucker.
      I wonder if this technology can help us in someway or another?
      I'm sure something will come along that will help people with depression, anxiety and things of that nature (No I'm not talking about the current NONSENSE prescription medication).

      Perhaps we'll get further then just creating dispensers.
      Happy to see this nonetheless
    • brynai17
      By brynai17
      Dearest daughter
      Stands in the mirror
      Wipes away her tears
      So maybe she'll see herself clearer
      She wants to look like mommy
      Or the models on the T.V.
      So she decorates her face
      With cucumbers and seaweed
      Pokes holes in her ears
      And puts in things that shine
      Draws symbols on her flesh
      And then carves them there for all time
      She starves herself till bones show
      And creak with every step
      Sometimes you could hear her
      Crying while she slept
      If only daughter dearest knew
      What she was doing to herself
      Maybe then she'd know 
      She needed to ask for help
    • brynai17
      By brynai17
      A shred of truth
      Hidden somewhere behind the lies
      A host with trembling hands
      The girl in black with bloodshot eyes
      Feet that can't move forward
      And time that can't turn back
      She puts her hands to her eyes 
      So she cant see the mirror crack
      A heart that has no bearing
      On a mind she can't restore
      The little girl inside her
      Is begging her for more
      "Why can't you be better?"
      "Why can't you be more?"
      Serrated edges by the window
      Blood knocking at the door
      She assumed it wasn't close to morning
      Because the stars still called her name
      Rope hanging by a thread
      She doesn't want to lose this game
      But The Grave still haunts her dreams
      Her nightmares speak of life
      The will to live and try
      And finally put down the knife
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    • lexi_ricci
      By lexi_ricci
      I believe that at birth, everyone is created equal. I do not like the saying that all people are equal however. Though I do not find their value in their race, gender, religion, age or any other uncontrollable category an individual may be placed in. rather I look at their heart and soul. I see if they are comfortable with themselves and if they are willing to change themselves when they find a flaw. There is so much ugliness in the world, but if you look deep enough there is beauty to be found to. Surround yourself with people who are bettering themselves, and in turn you will become better. Stop surrounding yourself with people who invalidate you and make you feel ashamed to be yourself, because there are people out there who will see your traits as incredible and not an annoyance.

      There are people in this world, and I think it is fair to say that I am better than them and I am better off without them. It isn’t someone’s physical appearance that makes them inferior, but the condition of their heart and the energy they radiate. It isn’t hateful to admit you are better off without someone if they are not holding a positive influence in your life. No one should have to feel insecure within themselves. If you have friends that make you feel ashamed of who you are they aren’t really your friends.

       If they won’t provide you comfort in your dark days, they don’t deserve to see the light you will one day radiate when you bring yourself out of this abyss, with no help from them, as they sit and watch as you struggle. They will pull you halfway out, just to laugh in your face and cut your rope and watch you stumble and fall twelve more times. They will get bored, turn their backs, and when you finally escape the hole that isolated you so much, they will be nowhere in sight.  They saw you, at the bottom of the hole, crying and begging for help. They acted as if the hole wasn’t as deep as you thought, and if you only tried harder you could escape. Little did they know, this wall had no footholds and there was no one to pull you out. It was easier for them to walk away and leave me in the hole than to pull me out and nurse me back to a place where I could be myself.

      Then one day, there was a stranger passing by, a stranger kind enough to listen to my cry. She has heard it somewhere before, the cry of loneliness that escaped my lips.  This kind stranger, saw me crying at the bottom of this well, living in my own personal purgatory, having escaped from my individual hell. She went and found a rope, tossed it down to me and pulled me out. She hugged me and clothed me in love, like no one ever had before. She showed me I was worthy and I deserved friends. She was my saving grace.

      She found me, when id given up hope, when id accepted my fate and that there was no escape. I felt so weak from trying to bring myself out of the hole I was pushed in, when she finally rescued me from purgatory. Every other passerby or friend who heard me cry thought I could escape from this abyss by myself in the end. All I needed was a helping hand, and somewhere safe for my feet to land.  

      There are two types of people in the world, the kind who will sit and watch as you try to escape any ailment afflicting you and the kind who will offer a hand, even if that just means they are in your presence while you fall apart. I am happy to have some friends who are always there with a helping hand when I need them and I am glad to have accepted that some friendships, were never that. Letting go of that baggage allowed me to hoist myself over the edge of this abyss once I had real friends who would offer a helping hand and guidance. These friends spent extra time with me, even when it may not have been the most convenient thing. These people are your real friends.

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