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Choices
Pacing.
Walking.
Focusing.
Trying.
You sleep in other rooms,
and I pace in the other.
Can't sleep, I'll run on fumes,
Health? Why bother.
I am destroyed and broken,
torn and lost.
My will forsaken,
replaced by a cold hearted frost.
To live is to suffer,
making choices all the same.
Choices are the buffers,
the results can maime.
Some choices are a need.
They are set loose
to be freed,
but still up to you to choose.
I'd choose to stay,
but not after your say.
Walking.
Focusing.
Trying.
You sleep in other rooms,
and I pace in the other.
Can't sleep, I'll run on fumes,
Health? Why bother.
I am destroyed and broken,
torn and lost.
My will forsaken,
replaced by a cold hearted frost.
To live is to suffer,
making choices all the same.
Choices are the buffers,
the results can maime.
Some choices are a need.
They are set loose
to be freed,
but still up to you to choose.
I'd choose to stay,
but not after your say.
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