Same Old Maze
Those old, stricken memories should not be placed in a blaze.
We must become embodied in this maze.
This maze that was carved from the aftermath of sadness.
We shall be lost in it together, until we forget we are trapped and depressed.
Always believing that a way out is woven within.
An escape is out there- we must simply get lost again and again.
As long as we remember each dead end.
We will escape these loops, and our hope shall mend!
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