I feel lone, in a room of people who said that they loved my father and yet I am the only one to express morbid feelings. Vanessa and I have always been closer then the blood we share but even she does not express the sorrow that fills the corners of my spread out mind. My brothers and sister all had to watch with me the painful, slow, vain death our father had to enjoy till his body could not stand it no more. What remaines of others showing the sorrow of the people that once enjoined life? It to me has not shown it’s melancholy face, in the bodys of others. Damn all of them! None of they shared a mind with a man who in fact gave them a chance to live contrepuring to half of the creation of their life.1
Tomorrow Vanessa has decread that she move me and my other sibilings to 46 Gordon Square, in Bloomsbury. I wish not to go. It could be I wish not to leave, a home, which I spent, time with both my passed father and mother. I do seem to be getting better. I haven’t broking down like that since the death of my beloved mother. I miss her so as do my father. Why does death take many of my families’ lives? It started with a woman that gave me life going threw a sister with blood that we only shared half of and then more dieing, and ended with a man with a mind that did not match any of his time. I assume we leave because the doctors think that if I leave a place, where my mind breaks down when a family member dies, it would be better but to me I have a robust feeling that it doesn’t matter where I sleep at night. 2
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this is about virginia woolf. She was a famous british writer. I wrote when her father died and she felt that she was the only one who cared after her breakdown She was about 15 I believe when her father died somewhere around there
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This is a breath taking piece. This sounds like it could be her work in her early years. You did capture the wording vrey well too. I liked how you put the event when her father died. I love it. This is a damn good write
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she was a british writer. Her story Mrs. Dalloway was made into the movie "the hours" with nicole kidman
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brilliant
excellent although I haven't a clue who she is but nevertheless it was fascinating reading -
Oh I know but I just picked one event from her life. I know alot about her. I didn't know however that she had a sister locked in the attic. That I was not aware of
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thank you for your kind words. They were very kind. I cannot say enough for you liking it. I don't have the time right now to read this piece, but I will, hopefully in the future.
p.s. I saw Jimmy Eat World and The Ramones in your band list thing. That automatically makes you rock. -
There was more to Virginia's upbringing ... incest, lesbianism, Edwardian ideas of discipline ... a sister locked in the attic ... fun family ...
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