i look into the past.. for just one glimpse of truth... i reach into the past... my eyes providing proof... altho its untangible... a metaphor at best.... it always feels better ... to lift this off my chest... and in this glimpse i catch... a fleating fainting glance... it shows that everything leading up to here... happened all with chance.... no clear decisions...no epic moments... just my life...meshed with yours and yours and yours... freinds foe...my team mates and opponents... i hope toward the end of my days... those moments make more sense... and as all the things fade out.... my ideas become more dense...
Reason for writing:
psshhh...
journal shit
Birth sign: Aries
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