Is It True
That no one compares to you
Strong rain
Crying again
Words and puddles
Night time cuddles
Reminiscing
Wishing
What could have been
Can I love you more
Than anyone else
Before
I miss you
Sweet dreams
6th of May 2025 - Lunch
What am I doing? Why do I write to myself? I am no Anne. I am no one. I, me, mine. Can I imagine to be someone else? What is it like to be you? I do not even know you. Today is 2025. A quarter of a century in. Was anyone alive in 1925? Well of course there was. What was the world like 100 years ago? It was the interwar period between WWI and WWII. I guess Freud might have just died. Who was the King? Winston Churchill not yet PM. 1925 to 2025. Is there a history book that focuses on that time frame? I am too lazy to google. Gone With The Wind was not yet filmed. I guess Charlie Chaplin was alive in 1925. So was Albert Einstein and Franklin D. Roosevelt. Definitely no internet and no man went to space yet. Anyway, I can type more stuff. I will end it here. Thank you so much for your time. Have a lovely day. 75 years to go before 2100. I wish my readers all the best. Goodbye for now. Take care.
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