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Confusion


Which way to go, Which way to turn… Im so confused, Is it everything I should burn? Make it all brand new Start from scratch. Considering I'm lost, Is that my best match? Chose one path over the other One that's best for me… So flummoxed Which one may that be? Can't have both… A decision has to be decided... I have no clue, Why am I so double-minded? At the spilt in the fork Laying here in the middle of the road... Left to ponder, My prince derives from which toad? Muddle and muck Decisions makes me feel yuck. Left to meditate, Why does this have to suck? Perplexed, somber, frightened Lost in a lonely world… Tears trickle down my cheek Left with no one to hold.
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Catelyn

If I could write 24 hours a day, I would. I would walk around and get inspired and just write what comes from my heart. To me, that's what poetry is all about. And i love every bit of it. <3

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