Not Just Deja Vu

Poetry

Every day seems the same.

Every.

Single.

Day.

Like deja vu but not just in my brain.

Same conversations.

Same old complaints.

Every.

Single.

Day.

No new things to say.

No new obstacles in my way.

Same old routine.

Every.

Single.

God.

Damn.

Day.

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