Deja Vu all Over Again

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There’s nothing I can do; déjà vu seems to be of emphasis here

I feel at a loss, something is the matter; you’re not here with me

And I sense

Something… off

No matter what I do, I feel repetitive with everything I’ve managed to accomplish

Everything seems wrong

You, you seem tired of my feelings; a short race for marathon runners

Are you?

I have so much paranoia

So many questions

I must not ask

For I asked you of them before

And you had no answer

No solution

I don’t know of the reason for my feeling this way

But every poem I write every word I write

I’ve written them before

Haven’t you already read them as soon as I’ve posted them?

Don’t you feel as if you’ve read that?

That which I’ve already written?