Deja Vu

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By coby

Every time I find myself, and I always do... One thousand life times; closed inside of you. I take a breath and end my day. Telling myself calmly, that it will all be okay. Till next time when I wake to be, and give you a glance; of what I hope you will see. Still, you stuff me down. Till there is no proof. Cause and effect and what that leads to. I remember these times, I always do. Searching for, walking towards; A monumental truth.... Open your mind. To your soul let it flow. Recollection is worth nothing; Till the future is known.

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