The Fork

Much has been decided
Whether I liked it or not
So the choices are few
But it’s my turn now
To decide, for me
To stay or to go
Turn left or turn right
Love is no longer an option
And it’s empty here without her
The bad days are worse
And the happy days are lonely
There is nothing here
No reason to stay
I am at the fork
And it’s time…

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A late-bloomer who definitely came out crooked, dove in, got a little broken, patched herself up again and...voila! Upright ;) Sort of lol.

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