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This is just a cycle. A cycle you are unaware of. You fit in quite nicely. Classed in two separate parts. This is just a cycle. Only. I wish it would end. A way out that would eliminate the repetition. Instead, I am faced with long periods of silence. A taunting quiet. Tease. It will never last. The chain is only breaking. Temporarily relieving me of its routine. This madness will never end. This is just a cycle.