The Yesterday of Tomorrow
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Last published Fri, May 15, 2015
"I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday"
-Kris Kristofferson
"Sometimes loneliness makes the loudest noise"
-Aaron Ben-Ze'ev
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Nostalgia, loneliness, bitterness, depression, joy, love, insanity, rage, grief, happiness, hope, loss. We are controlled by our feelings, our hope for the future and the bittersweet tears of yesterday's memories and mistakes. We are the future. We are the past. We are the Yesterday of Tomorrow.
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