Same old, same old, why am I being tested, the well trodden paths that seek to harass my senses and take away my peace.
The audacity of the familiar ghosts within, I do not fear you, I almost pity your feeble attempts to overwhelm me. I see you trying to haunt me, same old same old.
Don’t you know, since I was born I have slept in this house, my heart pulsating with a different beat.
Every day I am bored by you, same old, same old, the ghosts of my troubled body seeking to entrap me.
This day as every day I lay the ghosts to rest, my choice is easy.
Life, life, life
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