Freedom or Love?

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I walk this empty hallway.

Not quite knowing where it leads.

All I know is that in the end, I see a light.

I'm almost there when I hear it.

His whisper of my name in the slight breeze.

I turn and see my darkest fear.

I barely feel myself moving but when I look down my feet are gliding towards him.

Then I hear my name again.

This time from a sweeter, higher voice.

I turn toward where the light is and see myself.

She's smiling.

She's free.

I look back at him and he too is smiling.

I look at him, my love...

I look at me, my freedom...

Right when I begin to walk towards my choice.

The floor beneath me disappears.

I shoot up in my bed, examining my surroundings.

I bury my head in my hands.

It's then I realize I didn't- no- don't have a choice.

My freedom and my love walk right next to me, bragging to me what I can't have.

Because I have lost both from my stupidity and I live with the consequences.

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