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Happy tidings
For the new year
On this last day
The end draws near
They say the words
"New year, new you"
But I want the old me
Rather than the new
I want to stay the same
To stay joyously broken
Live the same life
Great and outspoken
Resolutions are jokes
Taken too lightly
Forgotten promises
With nooses wrapped tightly
I won't make them
I'm already free
Why would I change
When I'm a happy me?
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YOU ARE READING
Falling Sparrows
PoetryTitles aren't everything They are useless summations Giving away the story Or creating false assumptions.... POETRY!! *throws this book at you* READ IT!!!!! This poetry belongs to me. I wrote it. It is mine. Read it. Now.
