
Cycles
I would kill to be free from this torment.
Cycles.
Repeating endlessly.
I've solved the world's problems.
I've murdered my friends and their families just because I was bored.
Every word, every breath; I've memorized it all.
It's boring now.
It just repeats.
Nothing new, yet nothing gets older.
Kill me.
Someone, anyone.
Erase me from this vile existence.
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