Do You Remember; Deja Vu...
Hello world. Here I am at your front door. I can smell your sweet scent of change; perhaps it is just the seasons. I lay here, in a field filled with corn stalks and wheat looking up at a sky that overshadows buildings in cities far, far away. "It is a shame that we all suffer from eachothers mistakes," I think to myself as I lay here an breathe in fumes from Chicago, New York City, and D.C. combined to become a cultural mix of disease. Along with this gas that pains my lungs, I am overcome with feelings of pain and anger - soaking in all the feeling of the known world under a bright golden sun; who said RAIN is the only symbol for despair? The time may come for you to be as lucky as myself; to understand how the world really functions; here's a hint, this moment has already happened. Make the attempt to study where you are because you will go there again. Oh! maybe just mentally but you will do this all again. See, our world is based on re-living those mistakes and never EVER learning because we never EVER listen to the voices of the past. Someone has walked your shoes before, they are just too dead and rotted to tell you how you can learn from your mistakes - and to think of all the times I've fallen asleep in history class . , . What an unspoken curse that we don't even realize the Deja Vu around us.
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