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Aug 2022
Sometimes I wonder what I could be?
If not this person I'm obligated to be.

Could I be enjoying myself right now?
Have choices of my own, somewhere, somehow.

I don't want to end up stuck like this.
Chained in mediocrity. I'm better than this.

I want to go places and buy things for myself.
Not count down the days on thoughts I just delve.

But its the right choice, the right thing to do.
Stupid of me, thinking not, what went through.

I'll never be wrong of choosing what's right.
Even if what's right is what I'll forever fight.
Obligations over happiness.
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