"Theoretically, if you go to the past in the future, then your future lies in the past. This is a picture of you in the future - in the past." most posts are for contacts only. sorry. =p Careless with my heart again Fearless when it comes to playing games You don’t cry, you don’t care Afraid to have a love affair Is that your ghost or are you really there? I heard you say you needed me now What’s the problem I can’t see You destroyed me, I won’t fall apart again I’m not falling apart Take what you want I will be just fine Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. Writing, however, gives voice to your thoughts without pressure or interaction. It's a clear path to speaking your mind when you're ready. There's time to think before saying. Memory would be a fascinating thing, if only you don't have to deal with the past.  | |||||
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