Sorry

She sits alone and waits as her sorrow grows more bitter,

From all of her mistakes she wishes she could hide.

How could she not make a choice that seemed to fit her?

She never knew who she could trust or hold next to her side.

To change her mind is just too much,

But to not? Well she cand stand it.

Either way- no matter what her choice- it's always reprimanded.

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