Have I not been the same?
Haven’t I learned from it?
I feel the ride of an emotional roller-coaster of the cliché occurrence.
Occurrences I’m very well familiar with
and yet it always feels like the very first time.
I feel like I’m fighting nature,
going against what should and should not be for me.
A pointless struggle, a battle never won.
Instead, it is to give up and follow what has been laid.
I have come and reach my last contribution to matter,
it feels messed up.
Was I better off before?
I have always feared the consequences of this promise
that I want to make to myself.
BUT my situation has finally caught up with me and thought me,
that the risk of this promise is better made
than to see myself go through this once more.
A promise that could set me free or tie me down.
Nevertheless, I foresee it coming.
In life’s turmoil, it’s better to be ignored from it
than to be frustrated by it.
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