fork in the middleA Poem by Kenna Marie
ending excuses
I have told. ending excuses I have sold. I close off for a sense of simple. What do I trust? Powders in a capsule or powers in what is said will come my way with time? There is no no stuck if you choose to stay in the middle of the fork in the road. There is no lost if you choose to be alive. © 2016 Kenna Marie |
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1 Review Added on May 25, 2016 Last Updated on May 25, 2016 AuthorKenna MarieAboutHello! I'm a high school student. I use a lot of my time dedicated to writing poetry, short stories etc. Art is my passion, consisting of but not limited to...musical, creative and performance. I'm a.. more..Writing
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