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Tuesday, December 2
she shared @ 1:52 AM

she finds herself standing at the crossroads yet again. of which occurs a lot more often at recent times than it ever has. the right, littered with clues of changes, better changes perhaps, never to be certain until if and when she does decide to go through it. the left, a curvy path filled with decisions that are to be made out of tough loving. by and by, she charges straight ahead towards familiarity and what she identifies as her comfort zone. never proven if it was for any good. all it takes is a little euphamism here and there and all will go well.

or all will seem well, at least.
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