3 Seconds

Tick, tick, tick; 3 seconds; the length by which a gold fish’s memory exceeds.
A life of constant repetition and endless curiosity, like falling in love.
Experiencing old feelings as if they were new.
Overseeing faults due to blindness, then later stumbling upon them once more.
Your heart is broken, then quickly mended together just to be torn apart again.
A lesson never truly learned, yet a life truly lived.


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