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CHOICES

CHOICES.
Life is a composition of choices,
No matter the turns you make, you will always hit that point.
Delirious or not, you have to make that choice.

Bad or good, you have to make a one.
So sad how a person gets a cold a feet to make a choice, they make a ton of them.
Little do they know they're placing a ton of bricks on their head. Sooner than later, they get jaded and never make it that far.

But then to live is a daily choice,
We choose it daily in other words I call it the normal choice for the living.
Giving up or quiting, that's the genesis of our journey to death. bad choice.

Bad choices are like a disease,
They gradually eat you up till you're no more. The addicted, obsessed, depressed, heartbroken prove it that like wild fire it swallows you, conquers you till you lose yourself to them.

Like a helpless drowning man, you die fighting hopelessly with regrets flooding your minds.
Wishing you never made those choices,
wishing you never took that road,
wishing you can reverse and be offered another chance.

To unbreak the broken,
To quit and throw away every bad choices made replacing them with good ones.
They say, "every one deserves a second chance, but not everyone gets that second chance. So live and make every choice like your life depended on it. #CHOICES #DidacticPoem. Everyone The Lonely Poetry