Twenty twenty, Twenty twenty 1, Twenty twenty 2... Year to year was just another repetition of a spiral line.

A repetitive solitude, the feeling of being left behind time to time, stepped away through unrealized resolutions behind everyone's celebration.

Yet to get there, one sees the growth, one feels the impact and one made changes unconsciously. Through repetition, adapted without the need for resolutions.

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