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Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
The same story over and over again.
The same fights.
The same loves.
The same problems.
The same people.
The same birth.
The same strife.
The same plight.
The same death.
It all sounds the same.
This school, this city, this state, this country, maybe even the damn world.
It's all one big, festering pot of sameness.
Is it sad that nothing surprises me anymore?
Not really, anyway.
I have to learn to start appreciating moments for what they are.
Just moments. And then they blow away.
You don't have to hold on to anything.
Not you, not me, no one, nothing.
You're not obligated to remember anything.
Not you, not me, no one, nothing.
It's really pretty outside today.
Think I'll take a walk.
The same story over and over again.
The same fights.
The same loves.
The same problems.
The same people.
The same birth.
The same strife.
The same plight.
The same death.
It all sounds the same.
This school, this city, this state, this country, maybe even the damn world.
It's all one big, festering pot of sameness.
Is it sad that nothing surprises me anymore?
Not really, anyway.
I have to learn to start appreciating moments for what they are.
Just moments. And then they blow away.
You don't have to hold on to anything.
Not you, not me, no one, nothing.
You're not obligated to remember anything.
Not you, not me, no one, nothing.
It's really pretty outside today.
Think I'll take a walk.