We are the sum of
the choices we make
the paths we take
the thirsts we slake
the impulses we forsake
And though its trite to say
it can be hard to remember
that the seconds add up
to hours surrendered
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Asking Permission
Did I mean to or not? Am I sorry or did I just get caught? Your mad because you say You can never know either way But if I had just asked ...
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The clang of the bell and clatter of metal broke the tense silence; and a whirlwind of energy burst forth. Muscles, taught and rippling, swe... -
Did I mean to or not? Am I sorry or did I just get caught? Your mad because you say You can never know either way But if I had just asked ... -
Two lines on the at-home test Five days measured by blister pill packs Six pills per- separated by color. By shape Golden sun ...
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