I find myself in the middle of a fork not knowing why i'm here or where i want to go. There is no way that is better than the other, there is no way that seems worse than the other. But here i stand not knowing or wanting to choose a way to go. I often dream of not being lately. I wonder if many or few would miss me. But i have experinced that pain from my brother and don't want my mom to deal with that again. I guess for know knowing that i bleed will be enough while i linger on my choices of roads.
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