indecision... is overwhelming- decisions are made to be changed- do I stay or do I go? This decision can not be changed- and will alter peoples lives, and perceptions. The questions haunt me, like the skeletins of my past- just now - peering from the closet. Things that should have been said, things that should have been done differently, things that should not have been done at all. Truth or untruth- which do I see? If the truth be known- what would it BE? Close the door - it is much safer in the closet.Birth sign: Not entered
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