New Beginning.........

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I'm always making a fresh beginning...always a fresh beginning....
It is like I made one ...and then here I am making one more new beginning...
Maybe it is the fact that it is a vicious cycle....and I end up making the same mistakes over and over again...
And hence have to make the same new beginnings over and over again...
It isnt like I dont know before I make the mistake that I'm making it...I do...
And then there I am again....regretting it and making a new start...
It is almost like my ability to pick terrible friends...
I make the same mistakes..
Pick the same type of friends...
They make the same mistakes each time...same fights..and I always end up saying sorry even if Im not at fault..
So now here I am making a new beginnning ...about new beginnings...
I HOPE...

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