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Her Chioce

Undecided secrets,
Unknown worlds,
So much pain,
Undecided minds.

She cannot decide,
Will she live with a hand in two worlds,
Or will she decide on one world,
Or the other.

She will die if she does not chose,
She needs to chose now,
She has no choice,
The next day we know her choice.

We cry when we see her,
Lying in a coffin,
Dead from her choice,
When she couldn’t decide.

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This is a story that I transformed into a poem. Its true too.

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