Repeatedly, I’ve done the same,
With like effect, and who to blame.
Why do I try, why too repeat,
When it will lead to my defeat?
Maybe it is a sense of hope,
That drives me through another trope.
Maybe that I have forgotten,
All the ways that I’ve been trodden.
Maybe I don’t mind the hurt,
The effort that I must exert.
Maybe I’m just meant to fight,
To ever carry on despite.
Maybe my pride was but a ruse,
To break, so it’s not there to lose.
Maybe it is all these things.
Maybe it’s what these will bring.
When I hope, when I forget.
It’s as if something new has let.
When I hurt, when I’m fighting.
I can feel a truth igniting.
With struggle I am getting stronger.
I can withstand it all for longer.
What I now know, how I grew.
Maybe this time I’ll make it through.
And if not, I’ll go once more.
Is going not what I’m here for?
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