![]() bad choicesA Poem by hypochondrita![]() I tend to make a lot of those.![]() Be suspicious of your claims when you think a decision was easy to make. Your instincts are making a fool out of you. Every scenario comes with a profit, Every scenario comes with a price. Doing the math is supposed to take time. I don't think a lot before I act and that messes with my head Everything's good Everything's fine until I realise it's never what I wanted So I run or I hide. So far, it's okay I always managed to escape but one of these days it might be too late. You can't help me, but you try. I can. I don't. I try putting it on paper. It's supposed to help. It does. Temporary relief. To change the conditions that cause my frustration is much harder to achieve. So it comes back. Every time. Stronger than before, because now it also carries the power my new found hope once wore. Like a serial killer who takes home a part of his kills ignoring the danger they may represent just for the sake of the thrill. © 2018 hypochondritaReviews
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