Time Heals All Wounds
There is only one question, but many answers.
The weight is heavy, and the tugging is relentless.
The choices have become multiplying cancers.
Pick the wrong one, initiate repentance.
Open your heart, learn the lesson.
Close your eyes, reflect on the year.
Let it all go, make your confession.
The question is where do I go from here?
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