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A monster for the other

repeated cycles

By esther hopePublished 3 months ago 1 min read
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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.

fact or fiction
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  • Margaret Brennan3 months ago

    just wow. fantastic. each day brings new beginnings. love it.

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