Choice

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Who knew we'd end up here.
Couldn't be happier but riddled with fear.

Confused, but not alone.
You are my cornerstone.

Your eyes hold mine captive.
It's with you, I start to live.

Head on your pillow; your arms around me.
Home with you is where I want to be.

One day, I hope I'm your choice.
I'm sorry I never raised my voice.

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