Artemisian - Play It Again

As the wind dies down, I look around. Everything seems exactly the same. Nothing has changed, and nothing ever will. Not here, never here. Here is where the heart lies still in perpetual heartbreak, where the mind sits to dwell upon the decision it made. This will never change, it will never be different. And the sameness is wonderful to me. Despite that, playing it again is all I have.

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