Thursday, June 25, 2009
A few months ago, I chose to run away. I still do not know which choice should have been right. I ran away and yet the dilemma continues, the legacy still unfolds, in the path I chose to leave. Those I left behind have clenched their fists, folded their arms, and would soon forget. It was as if they had never held my hand and like they never cried on my shoulders. In their hearts I am a ghost that mustn't exist. Shall I be me, and go forth with a smile, or shall I let go of the pain I've concealed for so long? Would no one again wish to help, and hug me while the tears flow like I once wished they would?
Would I never again be wanted?
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