A Broken Record

My life is a broken record.

Over time it got a few scratches.

There’s this one that never goes away.

So it keeps repeating

repeating

repeating

those days.

I could burn a new CD but

over time it’ll get a few scratches

and that one never goes away.

So it will keep rewinding

and starting

on replay.

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