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The cycle continues, another year ebbs and a new one begins.
Her fresh new breeze rapidly engulfed by old joys or old pain
Suffocated by old hate or old love,
drenched in old apathy and old passions.
The cycle continues and our eyes fail to see.
Instead we stand on the precipice of yesterday's tomorrows
chasing what we have already discarded.
Her fresh new breeze rapidly engulfed by old joys or old pain
Suffocated by old hate or old love,
drenched in old apathy and old passions.
The cycle continues and our eyes fail to see.
Instead we stand on the precipice of yesterday's tomorrows
chasing what we have already discarded.
Published 4th Jan 2014
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4th Jan 2014 8:58pm
Beautifully written and sometimes we must break certain cycles in order to grow and make room for a new cycle nevertheless I love this and welcome to DU
