A very odd thought turned into a poem.
Everyday I want it to be different
But living in a world of memories
There is nothing different
How long will this last?
How many years will i have the same songs stuck in my head
It is funny to think that change could be a make believe idea
But will this ever stop?
Or will i go through life repeating myself?
Until the end
I’ve never felt so familiar
Perhaps…the end is all there is to look forward to
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