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| To Keep ItI don't want to lose this site.
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| To Whom It May ConcernFor those who wish to find
Where I have moved on to:
You'll find me where things always end
As I'm staring alone on through.
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| DepthNostalgic, I'm always looking to the past.
There's always something to be learned,
Somebody must of done something the same way once already.
Maybe, though, they did it differently, and that's the key.
If they did it one way, we have two options in the present:
If it worked, we can do it the same way.
If it didn't, we won't.
It's quite beautiful, really.
We've seen the future, it's already happened.
What is the future, then?
It's certainly dependent upon the past and the present
Yet it's also it's own constantly flowing entity.
And what of the present?
Determined by the past, it precedes the future present.
That being said, it's time to move on.
I owe apologies, I think.
More than I'd like to admit, I'm sure.
I'm not going to leave until those are taken care of.
Why is it that I identify with the moments when people sit and stare alone?
Everyone is cut off.
We've done it to ourselves, really.
Nobody speaks, nobody talks.
Nobody trusts.
We all have our reasons to share in the blame.
Change.
There are many who'd say that it's good, and it can be.
Change for change sake isn't good, though.
It leaves us looking back to a simpler time,
Dare I say a better time,
When everything was right.
Those moments are few and far between.
Now isn't one of those moments.
I'm doing things wrong already, ironically.
In a lot of ways, I think.
Don't ask me, I'm not sure I'd tell you.
Saying why would, in essence, be exactly what I was doing wrong.
I need to get into reading philosophy. I'd hope it's good for me.
I wish I knew what I was thinking.
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| Who Am I?I am Gatz.
I'm the Don.
I'm in a state of confusion.
The year
Comes so soon,
What is the conclusion?
The one,
Picked alone,
To lead revolution?
A new day
Is ending,
But with what constitution?
I leave
For the sky,
Yet I find no solution.
One year
From now
Will I know resolution?
What will
Have been
My great contribution?
As I leave
From this place
Will I seek absolution?
I'm moving
On now
In my own evolution.
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| Hollow ManThoughtless musings,
True depth of soul.
Perhaps they make
A unified whole.
My name's my address.
Don't speak of me,
Seek me.
I'm where I first began.
To speak of this to anyone defeats its purpose. This is my place of refuge. What I say here I say to everyone and to no one. Should you find this - should you read what I have to say - I ask that you never speak of it or show it to anyone. Don't ask me about it, never allow anyone else to know about it. Ironically, though, I need someone to see this. Sign in so that I'll know if you did.
The past is present is future.
The answers to your questions are first yes, and then the first rule of fight club is that you do not talk about fight club.
Nothing ever changes. I fall into the same rut, I do the same things wrong. We finished thanks to distractions at home. Now I can't start anew as they refuse to cease elsewhere.
I didn't trust him then, I don't for all of the same reasons now.
Funny how that works out.
You're someone to talk to. Someone to trust, someone to have fun with. Someone to believe in. I wish I could, I wish you would.
Things always end the way they begin. Nothing ever changes.
Yet I still hold out hope.
I'm as lost as usual. What a surprise.
You can talk all night, but that gets you nowhere. Oh well, two out of three isn't bad.
Three would be nice though. I've run on empty with the other two when all I really want is for you to let me make you my whole world.
I wish trust came easier. Nobody talks anymore. To anyone. There's nobody I can say anything to. Even here, I think I hold back.
Looking out across the lake, I found no green light on the far docks, only the looming darkness in our hearts that each of us must confront alone in our final journey together. A year ago feels closer to this reality than yesterday. I can still see it: the pinnacle of happiness that we built to over two years. At the midpoint, already the climax of a journey from nothing to nothing. Everything - everyone - was in sync, hands clasped together in the euphoric reality. The end came swiftly and is yet to happen. Divisions proceeded with the dawning of the new day, leaving a new, changed present no different from the past.
What a wonderful world?
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