Cross Roads

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Cross roads meet then shy away

never were they meant to stay

by each others side at all

but one didn't mind the curtain call.


The other condemned to torment

at this unsightly turn of events

at which you cannot deny

the first turned a blind eye.


The first stood and watched the waste

of the precious life that was replaced

with ease like they were naught

barely even spared a thought.


But you see the other proved strong

and kept their sense of right and wrong

they would always remember this convergence

and life would show its purpose

in due time.

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