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I had a dream last night, in french. It made me remember the days when I was in the class, inside and outside of the class. Sometimes I'd rather forget those times. Sometimes I'd rather forget a lot of things.
Painful memories and honest thoughts keep me at wake in the small hours of the morning. I find it harder and harder each day to retain feelings for things I held dear to me long ago. I remember all too well the lack of power I had for myself. Now it seems I am gaining more of it than before. Following the popular belief that was once ideal, is now obsolete. Set by prior example not intended to be an example at all, seems the prime choice now. Possibility and probability will always follow like shadows to find their certain place in action. Hopefully all will fall straight and lay itself.
All who care, indeed, a great deal of appreciation is deserved by you.
War is a cause and effect. Murder is the only solution.
Painful memories and honest thoughts keep me at wake in the small hours of the morning. I find it harder and harder each day to retain feelings for things I held dear to me long ago. I remember all too well the lack of power I had for myself. Now it seems I am gaining more of it than before. Following the popular belief that was once ideal, is now obsolete. Set by prior example not intended to be an example at all, seems the prime choice now. Possibility and probability will always follow like shadows to find their certain place in action. Hopefully all will fall straight and lay itself.
All who care, indeed, a great deal of appreciation is deserved by you.
War is a cause and effect. Murder is the only solution.