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Irrational

Sometimes, life stays
Static, unchanging,
The same as always;

The same is
Unwelcome,
The new is called bliss.

Then comes many
Tribulations,
Life’s tragedies.

As things unravel,
The mind at once
Begins to travel

Back to those
“Good old days”
When almost

Everything was
Simple, dependable,
Lacking flaws.



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