Every time I looked at the mirror,
I recall every bad things perfectly.
How things aren't supposed to be that way,
how things aren't supposed to be this way.
Between two decisions,
either a good nor a bad one,
you could only choose one.
Was it a good one,
or was it a bad one?
Neither of it are good nor bad,
either of it was the best for you.
Even people insist you made a bad one,
oh,who are they to judge?
You'd never became you,
or who you are today,
if it wasn't of you.
Your decision,
decided who you are.
-L
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poetry
Poetrywords from deepest soul, sometimes darkest soul. written with love, tears, anger, fear, excitement. sometimes blissful, mostly blue. enjoy, -L
