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Choices that fit perfectly
Into a letterbox
Love letters to nobody
And yet someone recives them
In my mind
It all seems so perfect
Send another one
Day after day
I walk within them
I lie upon lies
To myself I tell each day
That this will be the day
When all confessions become sins
Of flesh and of mind
And every sin will be made to reality
I think of every word
To be said
Within every seconed of every moment
And when breath strikes my face again
I sigh
And wake up to see
That all those letters
Are still in the desk
Waiting to be sent
But after waiting so long
This long and tiring day
The choices
They just don't fit anymore