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A place for thoughts that I won't ever explain.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Cycle
It's the same cycle every time
It's all the same, the process, the ending
It starts the same, and ends the same
This is the cynic in me speaking
As words and pictures have poisoned my brain
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