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Choices
Oh joy, oh wonderful bliss
For though my heart did not miss
It so misses what it did
A friendship not to forbid
But now laced with the harsh tone
So like skin ripped from the bone
Pursicuted it would seem
Things not meant to be redeemed
Friendship twists in its own knots
The heart aches with it's own clots
Horrid paths that make you choose
Horrid paths that let you lose
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Beware of what you do at day, it will sleep with you at night. -Crushed and wiggling.
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