over and over oand over and over
like that song that reminds you of someone
or something
good, or bad
happy or sad
you put it on repeat
and listen to it over and over and over
whehter you cry or laugh
or remember all the good times
if its that song that reminds you of he who shall not be named
then listen to it
just to get rid of the new assface who destroyed your summer!
His name was repeating in her head, and endless loop, over and over and over again. Each time, she felt a different emotion. She loved him. She hated him. She regretted leaving. She watched him die. She would never sleep without his name, repeating like the tides, echoing in her head.
Repeat after me. I am Simon Says. How often you do repeat your daily routine? Repeat is something that people do more than once. Some people are repeat offenders, and some are repeat customers. Some people repeat what others say and get slapped in the face. Some people hate repetition. All people repeat something at one point or another.
Sometimes my life is on repeat: I meet a guy. He turns out to be boring, or weird, or tame, or settling. Music on repeat, totally not the same story, because music is not boring, weird, tame, or settling. It lights up the room like no man could ever do. But, that’s only because it hasn’t happened yet. The guy who is music to my ears. Mmmhm.
Over and over, it went in her head. The thoughts of everything he’d yelled, screamed, etched into her mind…
God, why wouldn’t it stop?! Resistance against his conflicts was useless, and it would happen again and again because no one else was there to listen. She was alone. The only other entity besides her and him was the bruises. The emotional scarring. The look in his eyes when anger would bubble over to the point of no return.
She was alone. Over and over, it went it her head.
6:00AM alarm clock, snooze until 7:30. finally get in the shower too late and run around trying to leave the house at least only 10 minutes behind. drive…drive…drive. run from one meeting to another all the why wishing I could steal a few minutes away for my etsy. 4:00PM drive…drive…drive. FREEDOM. 6:00AM repeat.
I repeat myself. Over and over again. Why aren’t you listening to me? Can you even hear? Is it something I did? Is it something I said. I’m tired of repeating my thoughts to you. You don’t care. I want to strangle you. You never listen to the words that spill out of my mouth.
Repeat. Repeat. Those songs that are so good you just put them on repeat and listen to them over and over just because they fit your mood so perfectly.
When i’m in class and i cant hear what the other student is saying.. and even though the teacher says to speak louder he doesn’t at all. Instead hes just constantly repeating himself cause no one hears him!
i never knew how u maganed to not here what i said. i was tired of repeating things when it happened. the moment that i snapped. i cant to this day understand why i did what i did. its too late now. youre gone and i cant fix what happened, though i wish every moment of my life that i could. ill miss and love you forever.
Repeat. As in, redundancy. I hate redundancy. If I’m not mistaken, redundancy is the reason that my mother and I have such an awful relationship. Every single thing she says is taken from a phone conversation we’ve already had or something of the sort, something she’s ALREADY said. So I know. When I say I know, like most teenagers do, I really mean “We’ve already talked about this.” Can we have some variety, for a change? Maybe? Yes?No? It get’s really annoying to talk about the same things. It just does.
songs on repeat. I play new music over and over again until im tired of it. i also like to read my favorites texts people send me repeatedly. I like looking at pictures that remind me of happy memories repeatedly.
I would write the same thing thing thing over and over and over again again again again. Repeating what I said said said until I run out of time. I have to keep going going going. Sounds like I’m falling falling falling.
Repeat. I play songs on repeat sometimes. When I really like them, usually because they connect with my current situation of life, and anything that shows that someone else out there can relate to me, helps me feel better. I also have to repeat things a lot of the time to people listening to me talk. Sometimes I talk really fast, or just too quiet.
and so it goes and so it goes, repeating like a skip in a record, like a loop in time, repeating, repeating and repeating. Now and again, lost and found, over and over.
god, again. I just wrote about repeat. Now I’m repeating myself. Oh well. I don’t write much, so this isn’t a good exercise for me. or maybe it is. who knows? drawing a blank…
BEEP BEEP! Wake up, go to work, come home from work, eat dinner, do some laundry, watch TV…repeat. When did life become so…boring and repetitive? Monday through Friday routines ruining lives of the naturally wild and free.
im in heaven. watching tosh with my feet up on the table ,drinking a beer and one head phone in. i hear my song. our song. i shed a tear and remember . i turn off the tv and listen for a while but before it stops i want to repeat this moment.
I repeated myself again and again. I didn’t know how many times I would have to scream this at the top of my lungs to get the point across. My desperate cries were painful; they scraped against my throat with the raw emotion laced throughout them, and anyone would have been able to feel the intensity. Anyone, that is, but her.
Well, if I repeated myself, that would waste time wouldn’t it? I don’t like old people for that reason. God, I can’t stand my grandmother. People tell me that I’m not a horrible person because of that, but I disagree…
repea is something that occurs after it has aready occured previously. A repeat of itself i.e an exact copy of a previous incident or event. If you repeat something then you carry out actions which you have carried out before. You can also repeat a CD track by making the player repeat its actions thus repeating the song it has just played.
repeat is what we fuckin do everyday, why must there be something opposite that isnt so bland? of course we all look forward to the lame routine schedule we must commence everyday…therefore repeating such dull movements and actions. yet conformed and unwilling to change a thing
hit. repeat. hit. repeat. i say nothing even though you cant do much worse if i speak up. i tell no one because i loved you and still do. i make excuses though its obvious to everyone else. you apologize and promise that never again will you harm me but you never mean it. i stay with you and i feel trapped.
Repeating the same old things is an easy rut to fall into. I fell in once; wore my rut so deep I could barely see thew sky above me. Not that I ever dared to look up. Looking up was hard enough but, the climb back up is the real challenge.
over and over its goes in his ears. Over and over, always on repeat never giving up. Over and over, the constant drone of something unknown. Over and over, his heart beat stops.
I repeat myself alot because I am afraid to say something that people will think is weird or annoying so i say things that i know will interest people or be “normal” . I hate law and order sb
it signifies the action of doing something again and agian. some people say that practice makes a man perfect. so you need to repeat the thing you want to perfect again and again until it becomes second nature.
just do it again. not once, but twice. or three times. hell, why not a million times. wash, rinse, repeat. life, repeat. over and over and over. its all a repeat. everything you know. what if it didn’t repeat. what if it went backwards….
she repeated the same words over and over in her head
and aloud when she was alone
those last words you gave her
pumping through every vein as a constant reminder that you were no longer hers
if i repeat myself over and over, it will not be really good because some people does not like it. some think i am stupid or whatever but not really not exactly. i just want to mention that some things are worthy to be repeated
repeat after me….when i was a kid, i had a repeating rifle. but no matter how much time i spent trying to train it, it would never repeat anything i said. then one day, my brother showed me how to use it. he shot my parrot
over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over
over and over oand over and over
like that song that reminds you of someone
or something
good, or bad
happy or sad
you put it on repeat
and listen to it over and over and over
whehter you cry or laugh
or remember all the good times
if its that song that reminds you of he who shall not be named
then listen to it
just to get rid of the new assface who destroyed your summer!
His name was repeating in her head, and endless loop, over and over and over again. Each time, she felt a different emotion. She loved him. She hated him. She regretted leaving. She watched him die. She would never sleep without his name, repeating like the tides, echoing in her head.
Repeat after me. I am Simon Says. How often you do repeat your daily routine? Repeat is something that people do more than once. Some people are repeat offenders, and some are repeat customers. Some people repeat what others say and get slapped in the face. Some people hate repetition. All people repeat something at one point or another.
again, do over, re-do
Sometimes my life is on repeat: I meet a guy. He turns out to be boring, or weird, or tame, or settling. Music on repeat, totally not the same story, because music is not boring, weird, tame, or settling. It lights up the room like no man could ever do. But, that’s only because it hasn’t happened yet. The guy who is music to my ears. Mmmhm.
Over and over, it went in her head. The thoughts of everything he’d yelled, screamed, etched into her mind…
God, why wouldn’t it stop?! Resistance against his conflicts was useless, and it would happen again and again because no one else was there to listen. She was alone. The only other entity besides her and him was the bruises. The emotional scarring. The look in his eyes when anger would bubble over to the point of no return.
She was alone. Over and over, it went it her head.
6:00AM alarm clock, snooze until 7:30. finally get in the shower too late and run around trying to leave the house at least only 10 minutes behind. drive…drive…drive. run from one meeting to another all the why wishing I could steal a few minutes away for my etsy. 4:00PM drive…drive…drive. FREEDOM. 6:00AM repeat.
I repeat myself. Over and over again. Why aren’t you listening to me? Can you even hear? Is it something I did? Is it something I said. I’m tired of repeating my thoughts to you. You don’t care. I want to strangle you. You never listen to the words that spill out of my mouth.
Repeat. Repeat. Those songs that are so good you just put them on repeat and listen to them over and over just because they fit your mood so perfectly.
When i’m in class and i cant hear what the other student is saying.. and even though the teacher says to speak louder he doesn’t at all. Instead hes just constantly repeating himself cause no one hears him!
I repeat things in my head all the time – words, songs, memories and many more things. Repeating is a huge part of my brain.
i never knew how u maganed to not here what i said. i was tired of repeating things when it happened. the moment that i snapped. i cant to this day understand why i did what i did. its too late now. youre gone and i cant fix what happened, though i wish every moment of my life that i could. ill miss and love you forever.
Repeat. As in, redundancy. I hate redundancy. If I’m not mistaken, redundancy is the reason that my mother and I have such an awful relationship. Every single thing she says is taken from a phone conversation we’ve already had or something of the sort, something she’s ALREADY said. So I know. When I say I know, like most teenagers do, I really mean “We’ve already talked about this.” Can we have some variety, for a change? Maybe? Yes?No? It get’s really annoying to talk about the same things. It just does.
songs on repeat. I play new music over and over again until im tired of it. i also like to read my favorites texts people send me repeatedly. I like looking at pictures that remind me of happy memories repeatedly.
repeat i say. what the hell are you talking about? what do you mean by dont look up? tell me!
I would write the same thing thing thing over and over and over again again again again. Repeating what I said said said until I run out of time. I have to keep going going going. Sounds like I’m falling falling falling.
hola hola hola como como como why why why okey okey porque? repeat helicoptero
Repeat. I play songs on repeat sometimes. When I really like them, usually because they connect with my current situation of life, and anything that shows that someone else out there can relate to me, helps me feel better. I also have to repeat things a lot of the time to people listening to me talk. Sometimes I talk really fast, or just too quiet.
and so it goes and so it goes, repeating like a skip in a record, like a loop in time, repeating, repeating and repeating. Now and again, lost and found, over and over.
god, again. I just wrote about repeat. Now I’m repeating myself. Oh well. I don’t write much, so this isn’t a good exercise for me. or maybe it is. who knows? drawing a blank…
BEEP BEEP! Wake up, go to work, come home from work, eat dinner, do some laundry, watch TV…repeat. When did life become so…boring and repetitive? Monday through Friday routines ruining lives of the naturally wild and free.
im in heaven. watching tosh with my feet up on the table ,drinking a beer and one head phone in. i hear my song. our song. i shed a tear and remember . i turn off the tv and listen for a while but before it stops i want to repeat this moment.
I repeated myself again and again. I didn’t know how many times I would have to scream this at the top of my lungs to get the point across. My desperate cries were painful; they scraped against my throat with the raw emotion laced throughout them, and anyone would have been able to feel the intensity. Anyone, that is, but her.
Well, if I repeated myself, that would waste time wouldn’t it? I don’t like old people for that reason. God, I can’t stand my grandmother. People tell me that I’m not a horrible person because of that, but I disagree…
repea is something that occurs after it has aready occured previously. A repeat of itself i.e an exact copy of a previous incident or event. If you repeat something then you carry out actions which you have carried out before. You can also repeat a CD track by making the player repeat its actions thus repeating the song it has just played.
repeat is what we fuckin do everyday, why must there be something opposite that isnt so bland? of course we all look forward to the lame routine schedule we must commence everyday…therefore repeating such dull movements and actions. yet conformed and unwilling to change a thing
hit. repeat. hit. repeat. i say nothing even though you cant do much worse if i speak up. i tell no one because i loved you and still do. i make excuses though its obvious to everyone else. you apologize and promise that never again will you harm me but you never mean it. i stay with you and i feel trapped.
Repeating the same old things is an easy rut to fall into. I fell in once; wore my rut so deep I could barely see thew sky above me. Not that I ever dared to look up. Looking up was hard enough but, the climb back up is the real challenge.
over and over its goes in his ears. Over and over, always on repeat never giving up. Over and over, the constant drone of something unknown. Over and over, his heart beat stops.
I repeat myself alot because I am afraid to say something that people will think is weird or annoying so i say things that i know will interest people or be “normal” . I hate law and order sb
it signifies the action of doing something again and agian. some people say that practice makes a man perfect. so you need to repeat the thing you want to perfect again and again until it becomes second nature.
just do it again. not once, but twice. or three times. hell, why not a million times. wash, rinse, repeat. life, repeat. over and over and over. its all a repeat. everything you know. what if it didn’t repeat. what if it went backwards….
she repeated the same words over and over in her head
and aloud when she was alone
those last words you gave her
pumping through every vein as a constant reminder that you were no longer hers
if i repeat myself over and over, it will not be really good because some people does not like it. some think i am stupid or whatever but not really not exactly. i just want to mention that some things are worthy to be repeated
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repeat after me….when i was a kid, i had a repeating rifle. but no matter how much time i spent trying to train it, it would never repeat anything i said. then one day, my brother showed me how to use it. he shot my parrot
i never want life to repeat itself. i want every day to be a new beginning. that way ill never get bored, never get too used to anything.
Sometimes when I get nervouse I repeat myself.
Sometimes when I get nervous, I repeat myself.
do
forward
again
same thing
similar
adjacent
monotonous
not antonym
redo
resubmit
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