It was never going to be a smooth ride…
Naive, I stepped right into Love’s wormhole
Believing for fairness, just times and tides
Collecting bright vials filled with “maybe’s”
But Fate had beaucoup trials slated…
Consequences dependent not on whether
I faithfully paid my tithes, attended church
But which way I’d decide at every crossroads.
I was ill-equipped to make wise choices.
Will the voices inside ne’er cease harsh chide?
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