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If you can't make up your mind, we'll never get started...

As the smoke lingered on her lips
she wondered....of her lover
where his words true?
Did he mean the things he spoke of?
Could it be real, could it be true...
She just wasn’t sure,
of anything, anymore...
She was dying
she could feel it, like a spider
creeping, hanging from its web
on her arm like some sickness...
when she sat still everything looked the same
like a scene from some movie on pause
The signs where everywhere
but which ones where for her to follow?
would see choose the right way, the
right ones? It’s all so exhausting, the stress
makes her weak, makes her doubt. Hadn’t
she worked hard to deserve all that was good, all
that was pure? Like buckets stacked before her
that is how everything appeared - bizarre, when they
were all the same color, how do you pick?
Someone pick for me! she cried
Direction unsure, she hoped they
would show her the way...

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