• It's New Years eve once again, a time of new beginning and self sacrafice.

    Once again, I'm reduced to tears. My heart bleeding, all of the pain escaping through my blood, out into the open for the whole world to see.

    Every year, I'm in more pain, Every year I loose faith in who I am.

    People say, New Years is a time of New beginnings, but for me it's a time of endings, and Dejavus.