A question of his-story!

What was, is not Without history how do we know The past only exists in the tales of historian Memories of the past made real today Swimming in the creation of their minds words have the power to sink or float us It's not just a matter of fact or fiction Rather it's how the distorted facts rule A ruinous life is not worth living Delve and tread carefully History is nothing but His Story

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