theres a theory that time repeats itself.
maybe some different colours, shapes,
but same plot.
like theres some divine creature
made in our image this time
and they keep
replaying the footage.
perhaps they find us funny,
the way we are the snake eating its own tail
the way we never learn
the way we ignore our damnation and
set bins on fire just to make a scene.
or maybe they find us terrible,
the way we hurt ourselves
the way we'd throw the whole world into the void
just for a little bit of power
the way we only die due to our own bodies giving up on us
but probably, they cant find us at all.
or they don't want to.
a lost tab with this train-wreck repeating itself in a little square.
they clicked play and forgot what they began.and now, i cant help but feel like
we're approaching the end again.
whether its the way i suddenly cant remember
going to sleep or,
that the name of the other kid in this house has
left me but,
i really hope we died peacefully.

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how to not die alone(on hold)
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