Rapidly advancing cells
Threaten to breakdown
Without proper procedure
These yearly rituals
Purely for the sake of egocentrics
Arrive with gusto
But leave everyone depressed
Withered and worn
No more tears to cry
Forgotten once more
Left out to dry
In an unapologetic heat
Under a blistering star
365 days
Another revolution around the sun
One more trip
To the dark side of the moon
And petty ideas of what integrity
Or respect are
Spiral down the drain
And you stare in the mirror
Pretending
That two simple words
Would have made a difference anyway
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