Repitition was key

But never the key to success

The key to her chest

Was hidden in the black depth of her soul

Repitition was inevitable

Outsiders were impatient

And also knowledgable 

About what was likely to happen next

Repitition was boring

A different mask for her to wear

To hide the recurring sadness

That she endured from his actions again

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I start the day with little to no inspiration

Much like everyone else in the world

I also start this poem

With the repetitive voice of exasperation

The sirens are blazing late tonight

As souls are being set on fire

But because of some peoples' perseverence

Loved ones' bodies are also being set alight

Recreational parks are not essential

Travelling out of the wa...

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