Repeat.
Saddened and dreadful.
I hold deepened regret,
For learnings and paths,
I have not discovered yet.
Another darkness,
So grim and bold,
I feel it coming,
Another sad story told.
What have I done.
It's been very much nothing.
Trying to decipher.
Trying to make it something.
Trap doors.
Hell fire fields,
Beneath killing floors.
There is no need to run.
The spider weaves the fly.
Another year upon us.
The dark souls, all cry.
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