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Knowledge is power. Power to do evil…or power to do good. Power itself is not evil. So knowledge itself is not evil.

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But now, I am also learning this: we can be mended. We mend each other.
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I feel the monster of grief again, writhing in the empty space where my heart and stomach used to be.
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I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.
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There are so many ways to be brave in this world.
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Maybe there’s more we all could have done, but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.
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We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.
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I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them.
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To find that place between what I want and what I think is wise.
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It’s strange how time can make a place shrink, make its strangeness ordinary.
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I feel like what I have become is halfway between my mother and my father, violent and impulsive and desperate and afraid. I feel like I have lost control of what I have become.
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Shh,” I say. “Arms around me.” Obediently, he slips both arms around my waist. I smile at the wall. I am not enjoying this. I am not, not even a little bit, no.
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We both have war inside us. Sometimes it keeps us alive. Sometimes it threatens to destroy us.
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Part of me wonders if this is a suicide mission disguised as a game.
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Disguise Game Mission Past Suicide Wonder
Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.
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Better Cry Feel Laugh Only Option Right Sometimes
Sometimes it involves giving up everything you have ever known, or everyone you have ever loved for the sake of something greater.
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His fingers slide into my hair, and I hold on to his arms to stay steady as we press together like two blades at a stalemate.
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