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As History Repeats Itself.

What was that look
It's hard to decide
A moment it took
For me to lock on your eye
Glazed over and pale
Not dark and pronounced
What was going through your mind
It was never announced
So where does this put us
Not back to the start
At least it can't be
For you still have my heart
Each time I have tried
To take it all back
I think of the past
it's confidence I lack
Why so unhealthy
On this inkling I strive
This hardly feels like living
But I know I'm alive





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