It's funny, how history repeats
Each time I'm fooled by deceit
The same type I keep on choosing
Different faces, same old bruising
I'm led to believe I'm their treasure
But it's only a fleeting pleasure
When I'm drowning in their lies
They never knew I could rise
Survival has become my art
From the depths, I chart
A course away from the shore
To rid myself of these monsters forevermore
The cycle must come to an end
No more swapping one for a friend
It's time to recognize the signs
And leave the past behind
So here I stand, empowered
My heart no longer soured
It's funny, how all this is not new
But I'm ready to start anew.
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just wow. fantastic. each day brings new beginnings. love it.