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For the longest time, it was all about the future; then, there came that strange, unexpected and terrible moment when the past began to take control. *Oh that tragic feeling: nowhere to go.* Everything is ending and nothing is left to begin. Sterile loneliness of the eternal now. Dawns like snowfields of the Gulag. Days of vapis vacuum Nights tucked into an empty bed. Where does hope fly when you need it the most? How do you soldier on without it? Time, which never lies, will tell.
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Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
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For the longest time, it was all about the future; then, there came that strange, unexpected and terrible moment when the past began to take control. *Oh that tragic feeling: nowhere to go.* Everything is ending and nothing is left to begin. Sterile loneliness of the eternal now. Dawns like snowfields of the Gulag. Days of vapis vacuum Nights tucked into an empty bed. Where does hope fly when you need it the most? How do you soldier on without it? Time, which never lies, will tell.
mike-essig
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Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
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