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Same Old Love

Was this necessary? 

Of course, an extreme necessity! Couldn't resist. 

New fuck ups. 

New themes. 

New psychology. 

New people. 

But where is the difference?

Everything is just a repeated cycle of the same old bullshit. 

Where to go?

What to deny?

What to accept?

What to reject?

Same emotionally immature, narcissists, toxic people!

Same questions

Same answers

Same faces

Same facades

Same fakeness

What was new? Where is new? What to write, what not to write? What to express? What not to express?

Everything is just a repetition of the same old patterns.

What to break, what not to? 

Where to go, where not to go?

Who would tell? Whom to ask?

Was God listening? Is God listening?

Is he watching? Was he watching?

Will he shut the voices in my head? Will he not? Why wouldn't he? Why would he?

Sick of sameness, sick of nothingness, sick of everything, sick of nothing. 

Isn't it denial? Isn't it a sin? Isn't it a crime? 

What to think, what not to think? Why think?

What was it? What is it? 

Where are the answers? Where are the questions?

Whom to answer, whom not to answer? Why answer?

Isn't choosing peace chaos itself? 

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