Unsure at what point the mantle of choice
settled onto my head and heart.
I suddenly silently understood that it
was all on me to choose
and nobody else could choose a path
a direction, a love, a journey, a feeling
for me.
I choose.
Unsure at what point the mantle of choice
settled onto my head and heart.
I suddenly silently understood that it
was all on me to choose
and nobody else could choose a path
a direction, a love, a journey, a feeling
for me.
I choose.
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