Sometimes you feel like writing the same thing again.
Well it is the same room, the same breeze, the same walls plastered with memories peeling off, its the same her. And while her world's turned over, nothings really changed.
They call it dejavu, an irie feeling of the world repeating itself.
She denies it being so.
The world never changed, she just moved out of it for a while.
The world must be feeling its share of dejavu .
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