One dreary soul,
Not knowing which way to go,
He comes upon a fork in the road,
Shall he go left were danger does not lie,
Or shall he go the shorter way where dangers free to fly,
He has to choose quickly because he’s running from old memories,
But if he chooses wrong they will repeat themselves anyways,
He chooses left and they catch up after not to far,
He wishes he’d chosen right even though it seemed to hard.

 
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