It’s difficult, very difficult.
Extremely illogical
Infinitely hurtful,
Yet, I choose,
What I have chosen.
No, it’s not,
What I wanted to choose,
But I’ve chosen, despite.
My heart would hurt,
Soul would burn
Mind would explode,
Yet, I choose.
There are no questions
And hence no answers,
There are no corners of solace
And hence no goodnight
This is it,
A choice, unwilling
Spine chilling
Yet, dealing, believing, being.
Extremely illogical
Infinitely hurtful,
Yet, I choose,
What I have chosen.
No, it’s not,
What I wanted to choose,
But I’ve chosen, despite.
My heart would hurt,
Soul would burn
Mind would explode,
Yet, I choose.
There are no questions
And hence no answers,
There are no corners of solace
And hence no goodnight
This is it,
A choice, unwilling
Spine chilling
Yet, dealing, believing, being.
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