Deja vu

I remember, remembering that I have repeated my past over and over, and over.
For what reasons are there, to explain why one's life is in need of a repeat.
Do we repeat life, for the purpose of getting it right, to correct a past mistake, to change the outcome of a situation to suit our egos?
For what-ever reasons, we do re-live moments of our lives.
Some of us have fleeting memories of those moments.
I remember, remembering to rewrite these lines, or did I?
Or is it only my mind playing visual games?
For moments like this we use the Déjà vu.
Quotes:
Shivers up my spine after, during the reading of every short story.
I will have nightmares . . ., thanks!
Goose-bumps, shivers and a constant look over my should when reading these stories in an empty house.