Divergence
If I'm being honest it hurts like hell
If I'm lying then I'm lying to myself
Stuck in a fork in the road
Camping out under an abandoned overpass
Wishing for a flood to last
So this could be a memory of the past
Fools rush in
Procrastinators wait it out
Either option is consumed with doubt
I'll inhale my own victories
To exhale all these miseries
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