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Maybe

a poem

maybe it was over before it even began. it’s like the ending was the beginning, and the beginning, the end. now we’re in this fucked up cycle of repeat, constantly dragging ourselves into hell the longer we let ourselves leisurely float in this aimless path that leads to nowhere, over and over again.

maybe your issues can’t be resolved with me by your side. and similarly, maybe my issues are only worsening with me…