Notice of absence from mmoonshine
i’m here for a good time, not a long time.
i’m here for a good time, not a long time.
blink, think
blink, think
as i write my final words in black incursive ink.
the past still haunts me,
remaining me of the person i’m supposed to be now
there’s a hallow shell left to see
dreams that are now faded,
have been memories that are currently outdated.
failure has never been so hated.
failure comes to stay
a feeling you can’t keep away
but you can accept with every passing day.
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Author:
mik (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Refreshing to know that we all have a past. As our past grows so hopefully does wisdom.
If one keeps doing the same thing and expecting a different result then the path to madness lies ahead.
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