While you grow up, the world changes. Like when you sleep. You close your eyes, and everything goes into fast-forward mode.
Barely any night. Not enough day.
While you grow up, you try not to remember the past. The past was like the plague. Contagious and unwanted.
Your past is a disease. An inevitable cancer. Something you just couldn’t avoid.
But most people don’t realize that history repeats itself. It’s a constant loop.
Fall asleep. Wake up. Consciousness. Sub-consciousness.
Get together. Break up. Make up. Break up.
And most people don’t realize that you’re making history everyday to hate later.
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