Uneven Choices - Poem by Crimson Love
Contemplations sit on uneven ground,
as life loses meaning,
I'm stumbling to higher ground,
I'm losing a battle,
I've fought for so long....
yet I never truly wanted to win.
The contemplations of blade or gun,
jumps of fate, or one final lunge,
To many thoughts run through,
a mind ready to sleep,
forever, or eternally,
let it be.
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