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BethyLuv215

Published: Sep 4, 2012

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                                                    Left or Right?
I chose Left.
                                                                                                        I should have gone to the Right.

                                                    Up or Down?
I thought Up.
                                                                                                        I fell so far Down.

                                                    Black or Red?
I took Red.
                                                                                                        All I saw was pitch Black.

                                                    Present or Past?
I sought out Past.
                                                                                                        I should have kept the Present.

                                                    Right or Wrong?
I thought I chose Right.

                                                                                                        Turns out, I chose dead Wrong.

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