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Jul 2012
People can see into the future.
Their future.
One with others.
One with others gone.

Time.
Is.
Man-made.
Happiness.
Is.
A.
Choice.

The bad day.
The awkward situation.
The birthday.
The ride home.
The next day.

Heart and mind decide.
Who we let into our world.
And what we read,
and who we are,
allows us to be intimate,
we excel by far.

What does that mean?
You're acting funny.
I'm not in the mood.
Are you ******* serious?
I've had enough!

In any close relationship,
fights will happen.
They always happen.
Start to finish.
Friendships seemed diminished.

I'm sorry.
Me too.
My fault.
No mine.
Friends?
Friends.

Every relationship we hold.
With men and women.
Define us.
And when you have friends,
it is your decision to be apart,
of their lives.
It takes nothing but heart.
So fear never strives.

Happiness.
Is.
A.
Choice.
Charlie Chirico
Written by
Charlie Chirico  29/M/Philadelphia, PA
(29/M/Philadelphia, PA)   
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