History repeats itself. We've got millennia of recorded evidence proving that.
It's a strange phenomenon. The same old song and dance to a new tune in new shoes. Everything pans out the way it did before, but the notes sound so different that it doesn't seem that way until you look back.
Even so, the only thing that is constant is change, so one could argue that history never repeats itself, as no two circumstances are ever exactly alike.
Yet I find it so tiresome to look in the mirror and find myself repeated forever. Even worse is to look through the mirror to the future and see the past repeat in a quaint little pattern again, and again, and again.
Again and again.
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