Same Year, New Lie... They dress the night in fireworks so no one has to look too closely. Bright flashes, loud cheers, anything to drown out what stayed broken. Glasses rise. Promises fall. People swear this year will be different with the same mouths that broke their word last time. Midnight arrives quietly, like it always does. No transformation. No reckoning. Just the calendar turning while character stands still. The same lines get crossed. The same trust gets handled carelessly. The same betrayals are renamed mistakes to make them lighter to carry. New year? Or just old behavior wearing a clean date and demanding forgiveness for it. They say everyone deserves a fresh start, but a start means stopping first. It means accountability, not applause for surviving the countdown. People don’t change because the year does. They change when excuses run out, when comfort stops protecting harm, when reflection hurts more than routine. So spare me the celebration. If nothing inside shifted, if no truth was faced, if no pattern was broken then nothing is new. It’s the same year, just written differently, and the damage knows the difference even if people pretend not to.
real that I live by that man, it's like it's another excuse to act like everything's fine or good when in reality it's not, not even close, and honestly, after a while, it gets old, and it gets to a point where we give up on those people
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