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Technology Explained
Last issue, your Techo launched a series to explain the technology used to get telecommunications to and from our cruise ship in Alaskan waters but you'll have to come back next month to catch up on that! The Techo has been busy migrating programs and data to Harlequin's new laptop computer as well as our new desktop computer, so no time this month to produce another installment of the technology trail!
Until next month . . . . be good . . . or, don't get caught!
Last issue, your Techo launched a series to explain the technology used to get telecommunications to and from our cruise ship in Alaskan waters but you'll have to come back next month to catch up on that! The Techo has been busy migrating programs and data to Harlequin's new laptop computer as well as our new desktop computer, so no time this month to produce another installment of the technology trail!
Until next month . . . . be good . . . or, don't get caught!
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THE DAY I DIED INSIDE
The silent car ride
The tearful eyes
The day I finally died inside
The blood soaked wrist
And the glistening knife
Were the things that
Should have ended my life
They rushed me off
To the hospital that night
A place for people
Who live in fright
The horrific white walls
The tensions cold air
The children crying out
In their pain and wear
The dark room
My room mate and i kept
Was the one that haunted me
Everynight when i slept
The blood that was drawn
I still painfully lack
It haunts me these days
To ever look back
Ten therapy sessions
Each day and night
So overwhelming
I wanted to fight
The silent car ride
The tearful eyes
The day I finally died inside
The blood soaked wrist
And the glistening knife
Were the things that
Should have ended my life
They rushed me off
To the hospital that night
A place for people
Who live in fright
The horrific white walls
The tensions cold air
The children crying out
In their pain and wear
The dark room
My room mate and i kept
Was the one that haunted me
Everynight when i slept
The blood that was drawn
I still painfully lack
It haunts me these days
To ever look back
Ten therapy sessions
Each day and night
So overwhelming
I wanted to fight
The bolted windows
The locked doors
The imprisoned children
In the psychiatric ward
Letters from loved ones
Saying i love you so much
Them saying they need me
And miss me and such
I open the closet
In the bedroom
So plain
The door filled with
Carvings and drawings
And names
A phrase carved into
That old wooden door
It read Kelly died here
And i could not ignore
To this day I wonder
If that Kelly is alright
If she has fun with friends
Or has sleepless nights
I remember that day
With the glistening knife
The blood soaked wrist
And the horrible life
I still walk on with my head held high
As I think of the
Day I died inside.
The locked doors
The imprisoned children
In the psychiatric ward
Letters from loved ones
Saying i love you so much
Them saying they need me
And miss me and such
I open the closet
In the bedroom
So plain
The door filled with
Carvings and drawings
And names
A phrase carved into
That old wooden door
It read Kelly died here
And i could not ignore
To this day I wonder
If that Kelly is alright
If she has fun with friends
Or has sleepless nights
I remember that day
With the glistening knife
The blood soaked wrist
And the horrible life
I still walk on with my head held high
As I think of the
Day I died inside.
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