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A Moment of Anxiety: Choice


A moment of anxiety

this is where your tightrope snaps

So you have a choice

To grab onto the rope and swing

try to climb yourself with up the edge with all you've got 

bruise your knuckles on the rocks 

Or you have a choice

To 

fall

in

And bruise your concious on the rocks

And spill the blood

from your veins

As 

you 

fall

onto

the

pavement 

at 

the 

bottom

So what do you choose?

Sure the choices suck

But you have a choice

Isn't that better than one?

Or none?

 

 

 

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