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My name is Mikhail Gorbachev... or is it John Hinckley?
In a not so distant future i was to be an accomplished man. I had sole control of an empire. it was to be forever. The tides changed and it all faded. I was to never realize my goal. Our goal. It was my destiny. Just yesterday I found my self in another time and another place, with another man's face. There was nothing in my heart but sorrow and pain. I believed in a flat world and the stars were just more light trying to cramp my style. On a train to Washington DC I lay slunked over staring out the window only thinking of her. How could I feel this way when I knew that everything was phony. It was all phony. I fell asleep to the pestilent rattle of rails and awoke surrounded by flashes and ringing. It was my time to see through this facade of greed and lies. I was going to change the world and show her I was true.
I saw Him between the black coats. I saw the tables turn and He stared into my eyes. I saw Him cringe and I heard the crack that ripped the earth open wide.... then it dissolved into white and I found myself back here today, cold and alone with nothing but my pale, wrinkled hands.
I shot Ronald Reagan.
It wasn't supposed to happen this way. I saw it all unfold then it was taken from me. She'll never remember me and now they are all gone. They have all moved on and forgotten me.