How to disappear completely

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I wont give in, i wont give up I always win, i aint had enough I might fall, but i dont stay down Ill stand up, ill stand my ground

[Verse] Shadows in my room Darkness fills the space Tears fall like doom Lost without a trace [Verse 2] Broken pieces lie Heartache never mends Whispers of goodbye Lonely nights never end [Chorus] Fading echoes call my name Lost in sorrow feel the shame Can't escape this endless pain In the shadows I remain [Bridge] Cold wind on my skin Hole deep in my chest Start to fade within Can’t find any rest [Verse 3] Stars have lost their glow Moon hides its face Time moves so slow Locked inside this place [Chorus] Fading echoes call my name Lost in sorrow feel the shame Can't escape this endless pain In the shadows I remain

On the slopes of Signal Hill, where two clubs meet. The Atlantic Flying Club and the Two Oceans Flying Club enjoy slope soaring. In a gusty North Westerly wind a group of brave pilots braved the cold and ventured onto the slope. Fun was had by all. Bees flying combat. Fast composite gliders doing their speed runs and aerobatic manoeuvres. It was a great day of flying and chatting with friends who have a common interest. Rather a passion for flying. Hitesh was demonstrating his immaculate skill, flying a Jart. Whipping across the front of the slope, high speed rolls, clmb outs and dives. This Jart is something to admire at the hands of such a skilled pilot. Even has the mist rolled in, the die hard pilots kept on flying, despite their planes disappearing from site from time to time. A great way to enjoy the outdoors and be with friends.

I can't stand it, I know you planned it I'ma set it straight, this Watergate I can't stand rockin' when I'm in here 'Cause your crystal ball ain't so crystal clear So while you sit back and wonder why I got this fuckin' thorn in my side Oh my god, it's a mirage I'm tellin' y'all, it's sabotage So, so, so, so listen up, 'cause you can't say nothin' You'll shut me down with a push of your button But, yo, I'm out and I'm gone I'll tell you now, I keep it on and on 'Cause what you see, you might not get And we can bet, so don't you get souped yet Scheming on a thing, that's a mirage I'm trying to tell you now, it's sabotage Why? (Our backs are now against the wall) (Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage) (Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage) (Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage) (Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage) I can't stand it, I know you planned it I'ma set it straight, this Watergate But I can't stand rockin' when I'm in this place Because I feel disgrace because you're all in my face But make no mistakes and switch up my channel I'm Buddy Rich when I fly off the handle What could it be, it's a mirage You're scheming on a thing, that's sabotage

I wont give in, i wont give up I always win, i aint had enough I might fall, but i dont stay down Ill stand up, ill stand my ground

--- The Enigma of Time Deep within a dense forest, where sunlight barely pierces through the leaves, lies an ancient clock. It resembles no other clock you've ever seen. Its hands are entwined, twisted like vines, and its dial is adorned with strange symbols. Some say this clock is cursed; others believe it holds the secret of time itself. Every night at midnight, the clock comes alive. Its hands whirl frantically, and a soft chime fills the air. Villagers nearby tell tales of lost souls who attempted to repair it, hoping to gain favor with time. But no one has ever succeeded in restoring it to working order. One day, a young clockmaker named Lucien decided to unravel the mystery of the clock. He spent nights studying its mechanisms, deciphering the symbols etched on the dial. The more he delved, the more he sensed that the clock was sentient, with a consciousness of its own. One evening, as the moon hung high in the sky, Lucien made an extraordinary discovery. By touching the hour hand, he was transported to the past—an era of wandering knights and troubadours singing love ballads. By touching the minute hand, he was thrust into the future—a world dominated by machines, where stars were veiled by pollution. Lucien realized the clock was a temporal gateway, bridging different epochs. Yet, he couldn't fully repair it. Each attempt caused the clock to shift, eluding his grasp, changing form. He spent the rest of his life studying the clock, trying to unlock its secret. He grew old and gray, but his obsession never waned. And one day, as he touched the second hand, he vanished completely, leaving behind a silent clock. Since then, the clock has remained motionless, awaiting a new explorer, a curious soul willing to solve its enigma. Perhaps it's you, dear reader, who will finally uncover the hidden truth within its mysterious gears. --- Feel free to adjust or modify the text further! 😊

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