Cycle

Looking back at it now
I didn't want to leave
And yet I did

And when I look back at these poems
I realized it was just a cycle
Played on repeat

A cycle with different situations, scenarios
Different in the making
But in the end
It all leads back exactly the same

And nothing has changed
But the experiences during the process

And the result?
It was still painful
But a different kind of pain

After all, it's all still new
But in a different way
In a cycling pattern
It's all the same

It's a paradox I'll never get out of
I am trapped
I am encaged

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