Feb 26, 04
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Time.
Going through some old papers tonight, I found this little gem. I wrote this in 1998, and I was pretty proud of it.
Time Time looks forward, Staring blindly into the blackness of future, Choking on the ashes of our memories. Time never regrets, We may never know what went wrong, If it's not okay, time is our healer. Time is destruction, A little ghost of God's offering. Time won't wait, There's pleasure in these pains. Time has no destination, We'll enjoy the ride along the way. Time won't understand, Nonsense is my reality's only defense. Time has my tomorrow, But I hold my yesterdays. [Jason] 
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Feb 26, 04
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Another I found...
Happiness Happiness is made up of that which you're used to Isn't found in any destination or place, It's found along the way Happiness is an illusion gladly accepted A delusion of our internal plea Visions of love, hidden reasoning, We'll find it in our own time, The sky is still so high. [Jason]
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Feb 26, 04
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Happiness.....a happiness underlying defeat to what Happiness that has made up what you've used finding its undfound destination and place, sitting in and listening to your thoughts after you plunge into the puddles that shrink your essance. just an illusion gladly accepted and forgotten A delusion of our internal plea....and an opening to the chaotic inbalance that we facite0 on so untemptly. visions of love, hidden reasoning, We'll find it in our own time, The sky is still so high, yet the only limit to our emotions is the numbness we force our hearts to not feel.
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