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My eyes are met with a thousand worlds And I marvel in front of many possibilities, But I can't choose. I cannot find my words. And so the strings are pulled by other entities.
Dear Childhood, I had been wrapped In your warm, comforting arms For seventeen years But then, as the minutes ticked away to midnight I felt your grip loosen as you prepared
The wind whispers to her On which way to go Just follow your heart And the right path will show She finds herself in a thicket patch Cant go forward and can't go back
Life is like a freeway, decisions, options, and sacrifices are made. At the end of the day there are a little amount of cars and you see where they're all headed, it's your decision whether you go your way or not,