Old starts and new beginnings

It might feel like something you know but it's completely different. It's out of your hands again; the control. You've lost it somewhere along the way and the only martyr is your ego. Or maybe yourself.
Probably you've been in the same situation before but this one feels like it has changed somewhat. Maybe a more advanced method of madness scribbled in ink on your pia mater.
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Some words may never lose a meaning and might not even gain one. There will be there to remind you of the unattainable and unjust past, present and future while you lie down pretending you're someone else. Pretending that what goes through your head is a progress.
 

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