Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
aaahhhh. I think I need a shrink.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Rage
I don't know why (or maybe I do) but these phrases have been ringing in my head lately.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
aaahhhh. I think I need a shrink.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
aaahhhh. I think I need a shrink.
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I love this poem.
But you know, it makes me think, doesn't the light eventually die anyway, no matter how much we rage?
Okay erase that. I love this poem.
I think it depends on what your light is. And I would like to think that you have, at least, half to do with keeping it shining.
What do you think? =)
Yeah, you're right. I guess I'm in one of those moods. :P
i miss lit class. sigh.
I miss class. With me as a student. Any class. Ok, except Math. And Filipino. hehe.
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