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Time flew when seeing sights, in every right mind, every day was just right.
Flying back to the past, all glazed eyes, everything before has been intensified.
Where do you stand, where do you not?
Where do you fit, where do you belong?
Big eyes make you see and feel the unnerving things.
Do you settle or keep on moving?
Or is it all a one big laugh?
You huff you doubt, you weep, you cry, you pour your soup but no matter how you express you feel no different than the before.
Where does that leave you? A life of repeat but