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Friday, May 18, 2007
I've learned to call mine a curse
The way people can control their minds is scary beyond belief. Most of us don't know it yet, but you can modify your memories and the way you think just by wanting to -by really, honestly, "cross my heart and hope I die if I don't do this right", wanting to. You can trick yourself into thinking that low-fat sugar-free cookies are way better than Mrs. Fields triple chocolate ones. You can block out your dad's voice when he clearly told you to clean your room, get good grades and say no to pre-marital sex. And yes you can even forget people and feelings and the casualty in which your heart swears it would report the plate number of the monster truck that rammed into it, if your brain hadn't made it forget.

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