When the thought of trying, masks our lies.
All that's left gives up and dies
If all I know will just slowly accrue
will I choose to be with you?
The trials and cases of the mind distraught
are enough to make a blind man rot
But the choices and attacks of the days to come
will bring down with such force that all will run
My choice is fulfilled, and will once again confide
in the lessons and experiences that we all will find.
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