The History
The tangling web of my life keeps on weaving. The incessant contradictions are unbelieving. The past a memory, the future a reverie Ah, but the present that's with me is in itself a mystery. I'm damned if I do. I'm damned if I don't. I'm damned if I will.'I'm damned if I won't. These contradictions take their toll on me and so at the end of every day I lie in my bed silently, glad that another day has become the past or what I do call my history. Sign in to see full entry.