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Happy New Year?


Another year is gone
Another year is waiting
Lots of dreams, lots of hope
All of sorts, falling and raising

Another list of resolutions
Which is never going to be followed
Aiming high, ignoring the reality
That it is just momentary and hollowed.

Now when I think, analyse
The past few years
They all were the same
With same all joy, with same all tears.

Now I know that
The new year is never meant to be different
It will be the same again
With same dry start, with same dead end.

Crappy New Year!
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