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Pain is just a mere thought Makes a person feel thirtsy without a shere drought I feel caught in a web of spiders and lies Caught within myself turned over and body wrythes And it is pain that destroys a persons brain if they are weak enough to feel that shame But what happens if it is not true And believed by anothers virtue And what happens if pain is nothingness Like netflis buffering less Or stating fact without someones bless Or speaking words only apparent to ones sex And thoughts are hurting a little bit less But it is the pain of the body heard out through ones mess Made up of things not worth shame Now we are back to blame Blamed for everything by those who can't shape their fame Like their own reputation is nothing but the same Type of thought and now we are back to the drought That one goes through without any one knowing So hard to show it feels better to just keep choking Cause these don't keep showing Because is nothing than weird sort of guy

Free Post

The difference between cultures and cities within our country never really jumped out at me until this break. I have been all over the world, islands, countries but I never really have been anywhere significant in our country. This break I went to Northwest Arkansas and it was insane. I started noticing the differences in the land. The land was like God sculpted it, rough and perfect. Plus the elavation made the air thinner and it was easy to breathe instead of the humidity ridden air we have down here. And then the culture, everyone supported each other just as much as they support the Razorbacks. Now I am one to love Lsu's football life but in Arkansas it was like one unit, one single body instead of the disorderly chaos of down south. I love the disorderly chaos though, it is what I am growing up threw but I will not deny the beauty that is the mountains, lands, places, and people of that state.

Draft Thesis

In my thesis, I talk about the conflict between Ralph and Jack and how they are opposites. "Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill its blood." Now, this quote is one of the darkest in this book. I chose it because it shows how different Jack and Ralph are. If you think about Ralph and Jack as two groups(Two Tribes), you see that one seeks blood and one seeks the preservation of life. Jack has the power of his knife and mask. If you take those away from him then he is nothing but and I'm just stating what the book says about him-" he was a tall, thin, and bony; his hair was red beneath the black cap. His face was crumpled and freckled and ugly without silliness." You look at Ralph however you see the power in looks, size, and prowess. All he needed was himself instead of the objects Jack needs.

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Lotf Response

So as all normal people would feel after these last few chapters. The feeling of utter shock and disbelief of the atrocities committed by these kids. In the beginning, we see the immaturity of not having any adults. We have all felt that freedom before but never for such a long time like this. BEing exposed to so much stress both mentally and physically. It has an affect on adults, but it becomes a game to children. So much mental illness is expressed. Roger, a sociopath, kills Piggy with a rock. We remember his attempts at hurting the littluns with rocks already. Then there is Jack acting like an immature tyrant. He thinks he is the greatest thing due to his mask and his knife. But if you take that away from him all that would be left is a scared little child with no physical or mental features to gain anything for him. Lastly, we have the thing that affects all the kids. Fear. The fear of death, the fear of the beast which seems to be deaths emissary. But it isn't the island tha

Symbolism

I take the first step to make sure the ground under me is not the water that my thoughts are swimming in. Waking up is more of a challenge when nightmares ravage my brain. Both of my feet caress the cold floors. Looking down I see my feet all the way to my chest. The skin is getting its pigment from the blood rushing through my body. The one constant thing on me was the chain and pendantt that never leaves my body. It was my mothers before she died from cancer. It is the only thing that brings me peace. It is her with me always. I finish looking at the silver star on my chest and walk to my bathroom. "@#$%!" I exclaim. walking in the dark is not the best idea. While nursing my newly stubbed toe, the monster or thought that haunts me decides to frighten me a little more by noncheluantly stepping out of the shadows. It is just a trick in my mind. Just the manifestation of the worst parts of me. It is black as night in my room but i still get to my feet and continue to walk.

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