I don’t know what
path to go down...
Go down the path
where my life is going
to be living hell.
Or do I go down
the path where
I am going to be
a sad lonely person.
To tell you the
truth...
This is not the
movie Pochantas...
Where the willow tree
talks...
But I’m going to
take the road to
living hell.
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