The story of me

Childhood Bed

Currently in the room of my childhood

Sitting on my childhood bed

Starring into space

Thinking of the future 

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I am standing at a crossroad

Two things possible

One foreseeable road

One unpredictable path

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My gaze goes from one

Then it moves to the other

My gaze is the only thing moving

My body paralized

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Voices are in the air

Too many

They have something to say

They want to tell me something

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My gaze shifts

No longer looking at the two options 

My head moves

Then my body

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Turning around

Looking back

There is no one there

Only voices of advice

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Turning back 

My gaze once again at the crossroad

What to choose

Suddenly I feel something

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Something stirs on the inside

I rest my hands on my stomach

A sigh

Then a smile

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Back on my childhood bed

The smile still there

I lay down

Knowing everything is going to be okay