Repeat


Feeling kept the same

The same always comes back

However promising

It doesn’t matter

The end will come

Everything will break

The shattering pieces

Picked up and slowly assembled

Only to be cracked once more

Enough doesn’t come

Repeat….

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Cinderella through the room I glide and swan because I'm the best slow dancer In the Universe
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