We choose a path,
A path to follow,
I always go astray,
A disappointing revelation
Of choices that I've made...
Choices bred and born in fear,
Lost and slipped away...
Comforts come and cast aside,
Grasping straws in vain,
Damaged...
Emptied...
Burned to ash...
The path turned to a grave
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