funny how history likes to repeat itself.
and i'm always so stubborn, walking in the same footsteps of no one else's but my own.
like the past, not like it'll matter.
whether or not you know/find out, it doesn't make much of a difference.
what matters is that you're happy right?
not that i wanna be oh-so-noble.
i'm not, and i don't want to be.
i never had a choice to begin with;
because you never saw me.
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