To leave, to stay, to go away.
To buy, to sell, to fall in the halls.
To stifle the use of a rifle that shoots.
To live, to laugh, to die, to feel the wrath.
All of these things come with a ring -- of choice.
Choices, oh choices, without you, what is life?
life would be nothing and chaos with knives.
A rifle, to stifle, abstract, all just an act?
A life without choices is a choice badly made.
A life with choices is a choice that won't fade.
- Author: Ang999 ( Offline)
- Published: February 17th, 2018 11:08
- Category: Unclassified
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