<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[Life, the Obstacle Course]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[https://lifetheobstaclecourse.wordpress.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[taurusingemini]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://lifetheobstaclecourse.wordpress.com/author/taurusingemini/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[The Child in the&nbsp;Corner]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="https://i0.wp.com/www.ccac-savannah.org/Images/sad%20child%20in%20corner.jpg" /><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:'Lucida Handwriting';"><span style="color:#000000;font-size:medium;">…not my photo.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:'Lucida Handwriting';"><span style="color:#000000;font-size:medium;">And no, s/he is still NOT being PUNISHED, to stand there, in the “corner” either!!!</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:'Lucida Handwriting';"><span style="color:#000000;font-size:medium;">The child in the corner, became, isolated, from her/his surrounding areas, and, felt compelled, to reach out to the world, for the sake of interaction and attention, but, no matter how hard the child reaches out her/his hands, nobody takes them, and people just, pass this child by, as if, s/he doesn’t really exist…</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><img src="https://i0.wp.com/favim.com/orig/201104/03/Favim.com-12574.jpg" /><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:'Lucida Handwriting';"><span style="color:#000000;font-size:medium;">&#8230;not my photo still.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:'Lucida Handwriting';"><span style="color:#000000;font-size:medium;">The child in the corner, couldn’t get out of the corner that s/he found her/himself in, couldn’t reach out, as get what s/he needs, from the world around, and so, s/he, suffers, in silence, with nobody knowing that s/he is suffering, but her/himself.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:'Lucida Handwriting';"><span style="color:#000000;font-size:medium;">The child in the corner, grew up lonely, and feel more and more isolated, as s/he sees other people getting involved with others in their lives, and, s/he longed, for that intimate connection with just another human being.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:'Lucida Handwriting';"><span style="color:#000000;font-size:medium;">The child in the corner, s/he never gets out, because s/he is trapped, by her/himself, and s/he alone, has the key, to unlock those handcuffs that’s bounded her/him to the walls, but, s/he keeps on, hollering out the S.O.S., hoping, that someone in her/his external environments will, come to her/his rescues, but, no one came…………</span></span></p>
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