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I had a choice to make, But I blew it. I should have picked The one that knew. Being this hurt tells a lot To me, This is it This is the best fit. You knew it would work out. You knew that everything would be Alright. I was suborn Naïve Stupid And selfish. I only can hope now That it isn't too late To make another choice, The final choice.
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
The Final Choice
I had a choice to make, But I blew it. I should have picked The one that knew. Being this hurt tells a lot To me, This is it This is the best fit. You knew it would work out. You knew that everything would be Alright. I was suborn Naïve Stupid And selfish. I only can hope now That it isn't too late To make another choice, The final choice.
Choices are hard. And I hate it so much. But after thinking about everything I think I know what to do.
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
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