I feel trapped in a loop,
returning to you time and time again
like the coming of spring rains
and I can't help but to stand out in it
without an umbrella.
I'm trapped in a loop of sickness,
trying to go back in time
to the spring we fell in love,
falling for it like an April fool's
joke,
where at the end you cry.
But as I cycle back,
you move forward
with maybe one glance back
to remember what was
and never will again.
-Zero
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