Poems of an angsty teen

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12:00 AM
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A split second is all it takes,
For it all to restart
For it all to change.

A new beginning,
For better or for worse..
But nothing will change,
We can't break the curse.

It all restarts,
And then repeats..
Nothing to change,
Even as we weep.

It'll stay the same,
This cycle of pain..
Never to leave,
To always remain.

This game of life,
It isn't fair..
The odds are rigged..
We stand impaired..

How long do we have?
Until it all ends?
Till our time is up?
Till there's no "Until Then".

The clock restarts..
The numbers go down..
111 days.
Till we're unbound.