altered

There are rare days
you walk out the door
To the big event
you’ve worked towards
for so long
You’ve forgotten
the inspiration
the expectations
And all you hoped it would change
Exhausted and exhilarated
you walk back in the same door
to find nothing has changed
but you

And nothing will ever be
the same

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