relasped and it pierces again because this box only has three exits for it's four sides we make choices in the backs of our hearts, that never seem to make it to our minds. one tugs at the shadows that the *Other* never sees every act is seen two ways, and every road is blocked on one i can almost see *Her* color fading from my hands. (for Gwynne and me...)
Reason for writing:
Sometimes when we come to the crossroads that give us the option of making a decision,we take the wrong road so far that we can't get back and take the right road.From here we have to start looking for another crossroad,and have to try to learn from our mistakes,as impossible as it may seem.
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