what was the start of all this?
when did the cogs of fate begin to turn?
Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now,
From deep within the flow of time...
But,for a certainty, back then
We loved so many,yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
Wounds if not treated probably, will become permanent scars,
Scars left by time , to remind us of our mistakes , to remind us of our pain ,
Being the fool i am i will never learn from my previous mistakes , making my wounds burn more and more , i feed on the pain to push my self further , sadly i push myself to wrong directions ,
There is always a time to think , and there is a time to do .
Now it is a time to think , because if i do i will do harm much more than good.
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