there are times when I still do.
I used to touch the skies
but slowly I am learning the truth.
The choices I've made have brought me here.
All the lives that I did trade,
their essence is withering near.
Am I something to be missed
or just a hungry soul?
Truth and hope is something wished,
but of these things still nothing I know.
Another day to force a smile,
another chance to pretend I'm fine.
The life I want has been gone a long while.
I am hurting, but the choice had been all mine.
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