repeat


It just repeats.
It will never cease or tremble.
It will never fall down and submit to fears,
nor will it bow down to things not worth the fight.
I feel as if it wants something out of it all.
Is it happiness, joy, or just a pain of another?
But over all, it just repeats.

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