And when I decided to end this chapter like how the year changed its number, that's how I realized that flipping the page of my life story won't change anything.
It's the same tearstained pillow for comfort, same bedsheets as replacement for a loved one's warmth, the same room probably only with a new painted walls but the same memories...and the same old thoughts lurking around.
It's the same struggles I can't get off my hands and feet, the same dilemma I couldn't solve, the same chains bounding to where I am... it's the same demons to accompany me.
And as I'm writing this, I keep thinking what tomorrow would be...even if I kind of knew what will probably happens next.
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