I sit here on a chair
In the corner of the room
alone.

Looking through the computer screen
The only source of light
for hours.

I hunch over in my chair
Fingers groping the back of my
head
all by myself.

No one's here
No one's there
No one cares
About these feelings, eating me alive
Listening to the same CD over and over again
Wondering,
What will I do?
What will become of me
once I make a decision?
Which is the right one
Which is in the wrong
What life-altering changes will trigger
once a choice is made?
Will I die? Will I live?
What will happen next?
Every step my foot brings down
Changes the future, in its own little way
How? There's no predicting
The only way to find out is to
just choose one
and fall.
 
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