i feel like im repeating myself.
its a mental deja vu.
ive thought this thought before... like a memory i have of myself remembering something.
have i started to loop over?
like a broken player stuck on repeat, just wish my song were a little longer.
rinse, wash, repeat.
from end to beginning to end to... the beginning of the end is the end of the beginning is the...
mental deja vu again and again.
go somewhere new little boy blue, go somewhere new, how very true.
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streams of consciousness monologues as told to the empty space that should be occupied by a person.
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