Its a constant steam of impenetrable thoughts, pouring out the deepest memories I possess. I can see my past, a diary of information I wish not to read. I see my present, a collage of desire with passion I have escaped willingly. My future awaits, a mystery to unravel as I awaken each day unaware that I have taken another step to reaching it. Control, a quality I have struggled with. Unable to fully understand how to use it to my advantage.
J.Cazares
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