Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present, controls the past.
"But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish time." Sonnet 55...
Something I wrote when I was younger....
At night is were I usually feel depressed.
It might be the fact the life repeats after that
It might be that life might end after that
Yet its so complex to comprehend what happens next
Its a labyrinth of nothingness, that leaves my head in a mess
Each day I struggle to realize I make no part of this world
Each day I find that my prescence is not known
Becoming redundant is what I do best
Being forgotten in days rather than decades
Washed away quickly like a sign in sand
Instead of fading slowly like a particular fad
Its those thoughts that strike me at night
The sad story of life, well at least thats my plight.
Happiness is a facade
Life is ticking
ticking...
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