'It's your choice.'
and he laughed, disbelieving.
the laugh you do when you look up at the roller coaster
That you're waiting to go on
And you know how high it is
and you will either have the best time of your life
Or be scared out of your wits and regret everything
Either way, it'll end sometime
And it's what you do after that
That really matters.
Do you go again, never knowing if it'll get better?
Or do you stay away, always uncertain of the sliver of hope that may remain?
It's your choice.
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The Truth From Within
Poetry(Mainly freestyle) Poems about my feelings/life, the side of me that no one knows about in reality.
