Onto the sky I fly.
No more pain or reasons to cry.
My soul is set free.
So come away with me.
As we fly from this living hell.
Finally, I’ve come out of my shell.
All I need is to have you near.
For all the things I fear.
Want to tear me apart inside.
Just the things a make me hide.
You are the only one who saves me.
I thank you, for now I’m free.

Awakening one day
Wishing I could see the sun
Wishing I could have the freedom
To run.

I fall asleep one night
Wishing I could see the light
Wishing I had freedom
To fight.

Obsessing over pain
Over the past
Over the rain
Dreaming of the time
Of that feeling, so divine
When I could have the freedom
To shine.

I need to see that the past is gone
That I can't change it by holding on
And only then, when I let it go
Will I be free to fight
And free to fall

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NaughtyGuy20: hey honey asl plz
SweetLuna: 20 f usa...
NaughtyGuy20: awsome can i ask you a question 20/m/pa
SweetLuna thinks this bad man will hurt her....
SweetLuna: uh ok?
NaughtyGuy20: oh man no lol nevermind
SweetLuna: who sent you o.o?
NaughtyGuy20: dont worry im done sorry to bother you
SweetLuna: k....

I'm just a silly little girl,
waiting for a silly little love song,
that will never play.

Putting on a silly little act,
playing my silly little role,
that isn't my own.

Making up silly little games,
to get through my silly little life,
that just wont end.

And now,
I'm not even me.

On a hot afternoon in New York City, my friend Miriam was sitting at a grassy public venue, watching her child play alongside other kids in the care of various moms and nannies.

A long-time New York resident, Miriam is fully aware of the city’s urban imperative: mind your own business.

But she couldn’t help but notice the crying of a nearby baby, approximately nine months old, strapped in his stroller facing the sun, while his nanny ignored him and chatted with another nanny.

The minutes passed…5…10…15…the baby’s skin got redder, the crying persisted, and the nanny’s only response was to periodically bark, “Shh! Be quiet!” while brusquely shaking the baby’s stroller.

And that is when Miriam decided she had to do something: she had to stop minding her own business.

In New York, where the number of scary nanny stories surpasses the number of scary subway stories, an increasing number of citizens are posting reports about bad nanny behavior on a blog called I Saw Your Nanny.

The posts—complete with date, time, location, physical descriptions of nanny and child, and sometimes a cell phone photo—will stop the heart of any parent who recognizes his or her nanny or child: I saw your nanny …grabbing your boy by the ear and twisting him…mistreating and roughly handling your 3-5 year old girl…fell asleep right on the bench where she was sitting with her back to your son.

Launched in August 2006, the blog has sparked a debate about the obligations—and limits—of personal responsibility. Critics contend that it’s potentially libelous for strangers to publicly attack a nanny’s professional performance.

But that didn’t stop Miriam from confronting the nanny about the neglected baby. “She told me to mind my own business. Then she started yanking the baby in the stroller. That’s when I told her I was calling 911.”

Aware that NYPD was on its way, the nanny bolted to leave the location, still yelling, “Mind your own business!” Miriam ran ahead of the woman and snapped her picture with her cell phone. But by the time the police arrived, the nanny was gone.

Tell us what you think: When is it right to stop minding your own business and start minding someone else’s? How far would you go in reporting disturbing behavior by a nanny or anyone else?

I can still remember that summer. It was a night in August, and for August it was chilly. The smell of stale liqour hung in the air which was already thick with smoke from cigarettes. I was 14 and my brother 19. He was my idol and let me tag along with him and his friends. I was naive, and at the time, thought it was because he generally wanted me to come along. The harsh reality is that I was his pawn, dragged along so that I wouldn't rat.

It was some stupid party and everyone was smoking and drinking. Some of them drank themselves sick. Normally this wasn't my brother's scene; he was there for her. He was like a lamb being led to the slaughter. A puppet. He would do anything to please her. I watched my brother change into a stranger before my eyes.

He went off with her and I followed. They started drinking, she looked over in my direction, and then told my brother to have me drink some. My brother laughed, handed me the bottle, and I took a sip. I remember it burning my throat and she laughed at me. But then you came into the room. You took the bottle from my hand and slapped my brother in the head, swearing under your breath. Took my hand and led me outside onto the porch. Away from the party, the noise, and whatever disaster I might have faced otherwise.

"What the hell are you doing here will?"
"I dunno'," I shrugged, "he told me to come along."
"I don't know what he was thinking bringing you here! Is he out of his mind?"
"Do you think he loves her?"
"What? Who?"
"My brother. Do you think he loves her?"
"Hush you. Geeze, your drunk."

We sat down on the porch looking out at the midnight sky. You turned to me and laughed. I was feeling the effects of whatever it was I drank. I just wanted to lay down. Lay down and sleep. You took me in your arms and started humming. And I was just drifting off to the sound of your voice singing softly.

"Do you think he loves her?" I asked again.
"Of course he does, he kissed her didn't he?"
"That doesn't mean he has to love her."
"Yeah, your right. But I think he does. Wouldn't be at this stupid party if he didn't"
"I guess...You know, no one is ever going to love me."
"What? Cut that out babydoll. Why do you say that?
"Because it's true. I'm broken...I don't think I even have a heart. I can never be
loved."
"Nonsense. I love you."
"But thats different. Plus I don't think I could ever love someone back."
"You love me, don't you?"
"Yes, but..." And then you kissed me.
"There. Now stop worrying about it. Best not let this slip to your brother or I'm
dead. Best friend or not. Kay?"
I just nodded and then drifted off to sleep.

Funny, I think I may have loved you that summer. Maybe I was too young to understand what love was, but I think I loved you. Think you may have even loved me too. Not the same kind of love as you see with a couple or with soul mates, but I do believe it was love. Whatever it was, it was special. Special enough that I never forgot that summer. Never forgot you. Never forgot that feeling; that may or may not have been love.

When I was little
I thought babies
Lived in mothers' stomachs.

I thought mothers
Had to be careful
To take little bites for the baby.

I asked my mom
If it hurt the baby
When food fell on it’s head.

She told me no
But that babies
Always prefer pudding and jello.