I always make the wrong choice
See, if I have to pick between black or yellow I'd pick black
And I'd reject the flowers and walk on the grass
I'd stumble through the busy city instead of a quiet path
And tremble for regret before I leave a single trace
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PoetryI sometimes feel too much and other times feel nothing at all. I'm either full of volcanoes or numbness, there's nothing in between.
