There's something to it
I don't want to catch.
There's something to it
I don't want to see.
I won't let history repeat itself.
It's itchy glare,
It's slithering tone
will not be heard nor felt.
It's long chain of memories
filled with so much remorse
and isolation
will no longer flow with solitary tears.
History will not repeat itself
but I might have allowed it to repeat.
I might have turned on the switch
that makes the same mistake not to stop.
It's no longer intact anyways,
I'll just let it recite once more.
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