A split secong choce could be the difference between lif or death, The choice between stillness or breath. There's a smart choice or just a quick one, But once you do it, I won't be undone. Seconds of pleasure to a lifetime of misery, How worth it could it possibly be? It won't turn out exactly as you plan, or how much you want it to. Escape your self, but you'll always go back to being you. There's such a thing as too much fun, Make the wrong choice, It'll all be done.Birth sign: Not entered
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