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August 6, 2008
Why must I feel way? Like a rubber band stretched so taut it begins to crack, straining with all its existence to somehow remain in tact. When it is left alone, it is perfectly harmless. It is designed to be durable, and can be very useful when properly used. In the wrong hands, however, it can become a formidable weapon. Do we blame the rubber band when it is misused? No, we do not. We blame the sadistic, careless hands that either purposefully or ignorantly mishandle this simple gadget. Does anybody understand the way I feel like a rubber band?