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The wrong choice



it is not the horned one that haunts us the most
not the one under the bed
scratching and clawing at our feet
it is the ghostly one we barely see
reaching for our soul to keep
from which there is no walking away unharmed
for unarmed to its intrigue
we might succumb to its voice whispering
the right choice is to make a suicide pact
to walk away together
not realising
we're walking away
with one already dead



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