Well...I guess that this is it - the end of the Prom night - the
untimely death of our would-be school event.
I am kind of disappointed by the sudden dip in response - the
enthusiasm of one class just isn't enough to make the mark.
The Prom night is gone, as fleeting dreams into the night, along
with my hopes of any lasting impression in JI. But then again,
there are always those recollections of mundane school life
fragmented within my young remembrance - defining these three years
of laughter, joy, sadness and disappointment that I hold dear to my
heart A toast...to JI...
History is composed of choices
and divergences.
Each choice you make creates a new world and brings forth a new
future. But at the same
time, you're eliminating a different future with the choices you
didn't make. A future
denied of all existence because of a change in the past... A future
that was destroyed
even before it was born...
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What was the start of all
this?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?
Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now,
From deep within the flow of time...
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
