
It is actually from my first livejournal entry. Life seems to do nothing but repeat itself; we seem to live what people had already lived. We make the same mistakes. The moment we are born we born in a land of Forgotten Memories.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 190 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-25-06 - id: 2098629
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Life
is a dream,
Never knowing what life,
brings,
You are living
in someone elses shadow,
though you say it's only your life,
only
your dreams,
only your movements,
life is a pattern,
that
keeps on going
You look at someone ,
in which you
know,
they may be old or may be young,
you think,
there is
nothing,
that should to them,
for they either experienced,
too
little,
too much,
life is something for them,
though its
strange,
they are still here for something
Destiny,
that's
what they are going to look for in life,
and may alays look for
that,
some may,
never
find
it!!
If you think
about it,
you are still repeating someone elses dreams,
maybe
even memories,
some don't care,
but how foolish,
could that
be ,
People look at you ,
they think of themselves,
or
something,
life is only what you know,
not,
what you
get,
Dream.,
one,
reminincing you'll do,
until it doesn't
matter no more!!
Why?!?
When you were born,
you've
entered,
the world,
as we know,
or maybe we should know,
as
the land,
of,
Forgotten memories.
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