who am I?
what have I become?
I don’t know how or why
but I am unable to find where I started from
I keep promises
just not ones I made for myself
I tell prophecies
as if manifesting perfection could ever help
this’ll be my year
I’ll die right on that hill
I’ll live without fear
I’ll refuse to sit still
I’m repressing
protests to every one of their intrusions
it’s depressing
looking back on another year of failed new year’s resolutions
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