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Philadelphia
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By:
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kirkie8
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Mood:
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Impressed
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Date:
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Mar 09, 2013
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Music:
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None
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I
am
shaking.
That
sadness,
resentment,
and
regret
I
have
been
suppressing
for
months
now,
finally
exploded
in
a
cosmic
proportion
and
vibrates
insistently
from
the
recesses
of
my
soul.
I
have
never
felt
so
helpless,
cold,
and
hungry
for
compassion
and
love.
My
chest
was
heaving
helplessly
as
I
try
to
dry
the
tears
flowing
from
my
eyes,
wiping
it
off
with
my
hands,
determined
to
stop
the
flow
of
this
strange
liquid
I
have
not
seen,
felt,
and
tasted
for
months.
It
is
strange
how
deep
and
wide
the
wound
this
movie
has
left
in
me.After
watching
Philadelphia
(1993). I
struggled
to
stand
on
my
trembling
feet.
Walked
shakily
to
my
brother’s
room
and
did
the
most
unexpected
thing.
I
called
for
him
and
hugged
him.
That
was
the
second
time
I
hugged
my
brother.
Our
stiff
Catholic
upbringing
had
trained
us
to
suppress
any
unconventional
emotions
even
between
brothers.
But
all
that
was
forgotten
when
I
hugged
him
tight,
whispering
“Thank
you”. My
family
was
the
only
reason
I’m
still
alive
and
well.
They
gave
me
the
strength
to
live
and
survive,
even
make
my
life
better
after
HIV.
That
final
scene
in
the
movie
where
the
entire
family
was
gathered
in
the
room…
I
was
in
that
scene,
I
was
Andrew
Beckett,
I
was
ill
and
dying,
my
family
was
there
kissing
me
goodnight
as
they
one
by
one
went
home
to
rest.
I
was
him,
the
only
difference
is
I
survived,
I
lived
the
next
day
and
recovered.
What
I
envy
him
for
was
how
Miguel
loved
him
so
much
and
stayed
with
him
until
the
end.
My
boyfriend
then
left
me
instead.
He
feared
and
rejected
me.
Painful. This
is
one
movie,
all
the
other
victims
of
this
illness
must
watch.
It
is
a
compelling
movie
about
human
rights,
especially
the
rights
of
us
living
with
this
debilitating
disease.
It
is
a
movie
about
the
sad
and
cruel
stigma
we
face
every
day.
It
is
about
unconditional
love
and
family.
It
is
one
of
the
movies
that
really
stay
around
forever.
It
is
a
must
watch.
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