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Mar 2015
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
NaΓ―ve
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.
Written by
Emily BR  Canada Ontario
(Canada Ontario)   
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