I choose myself
For so long it has become a burden I carry Of what could be, would be, or should've been Days feel like withered leaves, whose journey is same Down and down, they leave trails and then the next day follows The burden overburdened upon me, Pain, books and music that's all that is left with me I live with a broken heart, an empty soul Wishing sometimes to return back, But past I've been and it has led me to what's now, And the future would always remain the same somehow I still feel sometimes the pain of burden of mine Incomprehensible, but I would still smile because after all I've been through I choose myself, for myself, by myself...
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