History Repeats Itself 

I think I’m a glutton for punishment. I’ve gone down a well known road yet again. I take responsibility for my actions but wonder why such trouble attracts itself to me… or maybe I’m attracted to it. Regardless, I feel a lose in my heart. The familiar feeling of a dream that has flitted away. As illusive and beautiful as a butterfly, my dream has fluttered out of my grasp. The ache in my heart will surely last a while. 

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