Recycle
Death to the former me. Whatever that may be.
Talent wins games, but teamwork and intelligence wins championships.
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Michael Jordan (via dailyinspiredthoughts) |
Bruce: Either I’m starting to lose my mind… or I’m dealing with a super-human, or… of course. It seems so obvious now.
Alfred: Congratulations, sir. Admitting to one’s insanity is the first step on the road to recovery.
Bruce: Put this name in the computer, Alfred. Scan for his present location and call me the moment you’ve found anything. And no, he’s not a psychiatrist.
Batman Adventures #24
The Room
My pain is indescribable. There are many words that I know, but none of them come close to being the paint for the canvas of your understanding…or my understanding for that matter. How can I let you in when I do not know how to find the door? I cannot get out of my own head. My thoughts have kidnapped me a long time ago and I am being held hostage. They creep around me as though I am blindfolded with my arms and legs bound to a chair with duct tape. They whisper and sometimes scream in my ear. So loudly sometimes they are all that I hear. They hold me in this cold room where I am unable to move. I cannot see my surroundings. I can only replay what I remember to keep my bearings. My mouth is bound with a gag that assures that if I could even find the words they would still will not come out. They torture me daily only to remind me that they are all that I have. They tell me that I am bad for what I feel. They tell me that this room is the best place for me. They tell me that no one will accept how I feel. They tell me that they will never judge me. They tell me that if anyone knew they would surely run away. They remind me that they will never leave me and they will always be there. I believe them. All I have come to know are my captors. They are the ones that have kept me alive. They talk to me when there is no one to talk to. They have molded me into what I am. What is that, though? What am I?
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