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A Cage
February 27, 2004, 10:56 p.m. There is no trust left in my parent’s relationship. Their marriage is this shambling, hollow farce. My mother is away in Canberra to do some work – they needed her to stay a few days more. My dad suspects her of ‘living some other life’ there. He wrote her an SMS tonight, and she took a while to respond. He now suspects her of ‘sitting in a pub somewhere’. If there is anything out there, give me the strength to never, ever repeat the mistakes of my parents. Give me the strength to resist the ties that would bind me to such a loveless, hopeless, utter wasteland of a life. Give me also the strength to not hide from such possibility, not to run, to take the easy way out, but to embrace the risk, and win the day. Give me some small portion of wisdom to see clearly.
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