I believe that every conscious being travels this road
Where nothing is completely given or reached
Where everything completely stop but never goes
This road diverged into either the left path or right
plagued with the decision of making a choice
The pressure of that inner voice
Speaking to you
of the consequences of each action
the good never out weigh the bad
The consequences never worth the results
The action of always sacrificing something in terms of ganging
It is the road that you cannot venture away
No matter where you turn
you always end up returning
this road is one who tampers with your mental capacity
Your morality
Your happiness
Your individuality
It happened too those before
and will to those after me
what a progressional tragedy
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC
I believe that every conscious being travels this road
Where nothing is completely given or reached
Where everything completely stop but never goes
This road diverged into either the left path or right
plagued with the decision of making a choice
The pressure of that inner voice
Speaking to you
of the consequences of each action
the good never out weigh the bad
The consequences never worth the results
The action of always sacrificing something in terms of ganging
It is the road that you cannot venture away
No matter where you turn
you always end up returning
this road is one who tampers with your mental capacity
Your morality
Your happiness
Your individuality
It happened too those before
and will to those after me
what a progressional tragedy
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