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Dr. Matthews' Notes
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2012-12-07 20:45:43 (UTC)

Day 7

I worked specifically with Charlie today. I wanted him to talk to me about how he feels he is maturing and growing. He wanted to write a poem instead. This is what I received from him:

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The trees.
Sprouting from the ground with connections that go back for years to come.
A connection you will never know, never understand, never be able to trace back to me.
A bush then.
Shorter, smaller, less history – less connections.
Sometimes soft and smooth.
Usually prickly, filled with thorns that cause pain felt by everyone.
A rose bush.
A double edged sword.
Experience. Not always good, sometimes too much experience leads to burn out.
Break down.
A wilted flower.
Started with such a beautiful opportunity, but spawned form the wrong bush.
Left unwanted, uncared for, storked.
And now ashes.
Nothing left but pieces of what once was.
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(Charlie, if you had to give this poem a name what would it be?) NATURAL DISASTER

(Why would you call it that?) BECAUSE I THINK THAT IS WHAT UNWINDING IS. NATURAL BECAUSE IT CAN'T BE STOPPED, BUT A DISASTER.

(What if we could stop it?) THERE IS NO WAY TO CHANGE THE WORLD, IT IS WHAT IT IS.


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