New year's

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We celebrate every new year with fireworks,
dinners and presents.
We gather and party, we give each other blessings and wishes.
And with each year that i've been alive,
and each new year that adds up to it, i wonder
Why do we drink and eat, why do we kiss and hug, and dance.
For us to just continue like nothing the day after
what do you do on the 1st of the new year?
"i work" ; "i sleep"
it's just a day.
Every new year feels fake now.
I lose trust in numbers,
in my capability to go on.
But i guess it feels warm,
to be happy to be alive, for just one night,
to celebrate still being here.
Everyone is the same,
we all need a little something to hold on to.
So i shouldn't shit on it,
because next year
i might be the one throwing a New Year's party.

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