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Jul 2018
I see two options in front of me,
One's a guarantee
The other leads to mystery
And happiness beyond belief
Or a field of sadness,
A monumental grief

I feel the breeze
That sways the trees
Towards option "B",
But option "A" seems
All the same, as familiarity
Can be
Written by
M David  19/M/Madison, WI
(19/M/Madison, WI)   
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   delilah
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