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The Crippled Mind

The Crippled Mind As he was limping his way to town, was overtaken by a laughing group of youth, he swore at them, under his breath, as he hated able bodied people. He could have taken the bus to town, but liked saving money and see his bank account grow; specially now his father had died and he stood to inherited quite a lot of money. He had seen his dead father twice first at the hospital and later at the chapel, but as he lacked empathy he felt no grief only a hatred against the world that had made him a cripple. He liked watching dead people, they could not hurt him or answer back, he used to go to places where the dead was laid out, but his keen interest had been noticed and he was barred from going there. His world is a bleak one and ultimately powerless, he has love for no one only a burning a sense that life had been unkind to him.

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Date: 2/18/2013 8:18:00 AM
Tears for the bitter. Not all men are courageous; only the ones we read about in the paper.
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 2/18/2013 12:05:00 PM
indeed kathy

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