i am not ready

Are you ever ready in life?

A story with infinite endings,

Each meant for one person,

And one person alone,

Each specialized to their

Choices, their decisions.

 Most people have a part to

Play, a job just for them.

But me? I, I am the wild card,

And I have no idea what the next

Chapter in my life will be.

Perhaps a crime, a police chase ensuing.

Something to sum up all the mistakes

I've made, to dump them right

In front of me, refusing to let

Them be swept under the rug

Again, refusing to let them be forgotten.

But for now, well, don't think

About the ending to my twisted story,

Think, about the beginning.

The End

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