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Most parents try really hard to give their kids the best possible life. They give them the best food and clothes they can afford, take their own kind of take on training kids to be honest and polite. But what they don't realize is no matter how much they try, their kids will get out there. Out to this complicated little world. If they are lucky they will survive, through backstabbers, broken hearts, failures and all the kinds of invisible insane pressures out there. But most kids get lost in them. They will get caught up in all kinds of bubbles. Trouble bubbles. Bubbles that continuously tell them that they are not good enough. Bubbles that get them carried away with what they think is love, give them broken hearts. Bubbles that will blur the rest of the world to them, make them feel like that is it, that they've reached the end. Sometimes, even the really smart kids, make stupid decisions. They lose control. Parents need to realize that the world is getting complicated every second of every day. With new problems, new diseases, new habits. They have to realize the vast probability of their kids being victims of this age, this complicated era. Your kids could be exposed to problems that no kind of therapy can help. Your kids could be brainwashed by themselves to believe in insane theories that drive them crazy. Most kids will go through this stage. The lucky ones will understand. They will grow out of them. The unlucky ones will live in these problems. Grow in them and never move forward. They will cut themselves, overdose on drugs, take up excessive drinking and smoking, for the slightest problems in their lives
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broken-hearts
cutting-your-self
depression
emo
emotion
hopeless-romantic
lfe-essons
phases
romance
sorrow
joy
happiness
life
love
inspirational
childhood-trauma
teenage-love
infatuation
growing-up
helplessness
crying
parents
bullying
teenagers
trapped
childhood
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Thisuri Wanniarachchi |
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"It's just that you go so crazy being alone like that. Sometimes he'd forget my water or food and I'd cry and cry and cry." She stops talking and looks out the window. "I would try to tell myself stories to pass the time. Fairy tales. Parts of books. But they got used up." --
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loneliness
trapped
hopeless
sad
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Holly Black |
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c1ec83b
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And if you can find any way out of our culture, then that's a trap too. Just wanting to get out of the trap reinforces the trap.
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invisible-monsters
traps
trap
trapped
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Chuck Palahniuk |
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fb1d16f
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I don't know what I am thinking. But I am alone. I am trapped in the net of the room. In the net of humans. I think maybe I am drowning in the net of humans.
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trapped
sad
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Karen Hesse |
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21461f5
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But you, children of space, you restless in rest, you shall not be trapped nor tamed.
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untamable
wildness
tamed
untamed
restlessness
wild
space
trapped
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Kahlil Gibran |
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aceccf4
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You've got forever, but that's no time at all. You've got forever; and somehow you can't do much with it. You've got forever; and it's a mile wide and an inch deep and full of alligators.
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life
forever
trapped
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Jim Thompson |
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fc3919a
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I cannot imagine a more perfect hell than being trapped inside my own mind.
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my-mind
reverie
stuck
trapped
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Beth Revis |
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de1c914
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"You're innocent until proven guilty," Mandy exclaimed, unable to hide her gleeful smile. She missed the way people used to have normal conversations, used to be more caring for each other than themselves, back in the Seventies and Eighties. These days, she realized, neighbors kept to themselves, their kids kept to themselves, nobody talked to each other anymore. They went to work, went shopping and shut themselves up at home in front of glowing computer screens and cellphones... but maybe the nostalgic, better times in her life would stay buried, maybe the world would never be what it was. In the 21st century music was bad, movies were bad, society was failing and there were very few intelligent people left who missed the way things used to be... maybe though, Mandy could change things. Thinking back to the old home movies in her basement, she recalled what Alecto had told her. "We wanted more than anything else in the world to be normal, but we failed." The 1960's and 1970's were very strange times, but Mandy missed it all, she missed the days when Super-8 was the popular film type, when music had lyrics that made you think, when movies had powerful meanings instead of bad comedy and when people would just walk to a friend's house for the afternoon instead of texting in bed all day. She missed soda fountains and department stores and non-biodegradable plastic grocery bags, she wished cellphones, bad pop music and LED lights didn't exist... she hated how everything had a diagnosis or pill now, how people who didn't fit in with modern, lazy society were just prescribed medications without a second thought... she hated how old, reliable cars were replaced with cheap hybrid vehicles... she hated how everything could be done online, so that people could just ignore each other... the world was becoming much more convenient, but at the same time, less human, and her teenage life was considered nostalgic history now. Hanging her head low, avoiding the slightly confused stare of the cab driver through the rear view mirror, she started crying uncontrollably, her tears soaking the collar of her coat as the sun blared through the windows in a warm light."
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earth
grief
loss
death
convenient
old-school
reporter
taxi
retro
cape-breton
nova-scotia
stuck
moving
digital
medications
leaving-home
environment
canada
cars
stop
crying
gone
misery
trapped
lonely
sad
crazy
insane
dying
mental-illness
nostalgia
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Rebecca McNutt |
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62a8541
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When you are bored, restless, longing for something more, unfulfilled, feeling like you've settled, haunted by the sense of being trapped in your own life, these are the deep waters of your soul speaking to you, telling you something is wrong, something is missing, something needs to change.
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change
restlessness
trapped
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Rob Bell |
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4f9f384
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"..the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don't want to let it go. It becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lungs. I want
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feelings
trapped
guilt
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Stephanie Perkins |
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27261a3
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No sound, once made, is ever truly lost. In electric clouds, all are safely trapped, and with a touch, if we find them, we can recapture those echoes of sad, forgotten wars, long summers, and sweet autumns.
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echoes
made
recapture
summers
truly
clouds
once
sound
electric
wars
long
forgotten
sweet
trapped
sad
lost
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Ray Bradbury |
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cb7e69d
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But walking through it all was one thing; walking away, unfortunately, has proved to be quite another, and though once I thought I had left that ravine forever on an April afternoon long ago, now I am not so sure. Now the searchers have departed, and life has grown quiet around me, I have come to realize that while for years I might have imagined myself to be somewhere else, in reality I have been there all the time: up at the top by the muddy wheel-ruts in the new grass, where the sky is dark over the shivering apple blossoms and the first chill of the snow that will fall that night is already in the air.
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donna-tartt
the-secret-history
haunted
prologue
trapped
memory
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Donna Tartt |
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99c5c19
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"I've seen how cigarettes went from being advertised in every type of media to being something found to be deadly... they can't kill me no matter how many of them I smoke but I've seen humans die from smoking them... if I were you I would stop smoking them." "Why should I? You smoke 'em all the time, you chain-smoke cigarettes," Mandy pointed out. "Yeah, I started doing that back in the Sixties... for reasons you likely saw on those VHS tapes... but I'm not a person, I'm Pollution, things like that aren't dangerous to me but they are to you," Alecto told her. "It's not a good idea."
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grief
loss
depression
past
education
cigar
blast-from-the-past
chain-smoke
no-smoking
vhs-tape
retro
depress
deadly
times
disturbing
smog
haunting
gray
cancer
spooky
video
creepy
smoke
cigarette
tobacco
pollution
attack
health
eerie
scary
sick
knowledge
trapped
self-help
horror
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Rebecca McNutt |
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b9a97cb
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"Sometimes I felt I would die by wishing it when I went to sleep but I always woke up again and found I was still there. Every morning finding I'm still me, that's hell." "Well, get out of hell then! The gate's open and I'm holding it!" "I can't. I'm hell, myself."
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suffering
the-sea-the-sea
iris-murdoch
dialogue
suicidal
trapped
depressed
release
hell
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Iris Murdoch |
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062fa4e
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You can't magic yourself out of the situation, you've got to live it as decently and as grimly as you can.
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magic
grim
the-message-to-the-planet
iris-murdoch
trapped
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Iris Murdoch |
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4f4ad79
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Oh my life is so awful, it's just so awful to be me, you don't know what it's like waking every morning and finding the whole horror of being yourself still there.
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depression
identity
life
the-black-prince
iris-murdoch
unhappy
self-loathing
trapped
horror
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Iris Murdoch |
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0b31b08
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"Ella!" the voice yells, but I cannot tell where it is coming from. The sound wraps around me, spreading like spilt water and then evaporating into silence. "Where am I?" I whisper again. The darkness stretches out for eternity. I take a few steps forward, but the feeling is surreal--I cannot tell if I've actually moved or not, because everything is nothing. I feel something wet and warm slide down my cheek, and I touch the tear with my fingertips, swiping it away. Representative Belles is dead. I'm certain of that now. He's gone. I'm... I'm in the place where he was, and now he's gone, and now I'm stuck. I'm stuck in the nothingness of a dead body, and I don't know how to get out. My heart thuds against my chest, and I gasp for air. What if I can never get out? What if eternity is nothing more than me, alone, in the darkness? Trapped in someone else's death. I collapse, but it's not like I fall on the floor. There is no floor. There was the illusion of one, but as my body gives way, I realize that I'm floating. I stretch out, my fingers and toes aching to feel, but there's nothing, nothing at all, and I draw myself into myself, hugging my legs, my knees tucked under my chin. I'm alone. Maybe when Representative Belles died, I died too. Maybe this is it."
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dream
death
darkness
reverie
stuck
trapped
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Beth Revis |
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4cf9c72
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She thought of how diligently she'd worked to free herself. Difficult because of the shock she was in, discovering she was trapped, captured most of all by possessions.
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trapped
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Alice Walker |
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a2005e3
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I click to buy it and I'm furious to discover that it's not available in Ireland and they won't post it from abroad and the only place that sells it is Harrods and it's impossible for me to go to Harrods because it's like being trapped in an Escher painting.
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humour
make-up
ireland
shopping
trapped
london
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Marian Keyes |