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[nousefora_heart]

so here i stand
an empty souless man
at the cross road of my life
once again,
trying to figure out
which way to go now
but i don't think
i can turn back
because what few bridges i had
have all been burnt
and believe me there wasn't much
so do i press on
and allow life to say
'fuck you' again
or do i just stand there
wondering what could be
and what could have been
even though the what could be
and what could have been remain the same
never changing,
always ending up in this never ending
circle of hell
i mean i could just take the easy way out,
even though that wouldn't be any fun
but don't think i haven't thought it over
and that it doesnt still
rage through my mind,
but remember that wouldn't be any fun
so maybe just for now i'll stand
at the middle,
waiting to see what happens.

~so take away what ever you want from this poem, b/c as of rite now i don't fuckin care anymore~