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Is this indecision?
Or am I simply a coward?

Is this how to live?
Or has this life simply soured?

Why can I not seem
To take that last leap?

Why do I form excuses
And promise not to keep?

This life may be mine
But I feel no control

And I worsen the pain
By wishing life whole

And the people! So lovely,
Each tries to give life

But the people! So lonely,
Leave nothing but strife

No amount of "I'm sorry"
Or "We'll make this work"

Can right those vile wrongs,
They shall always lurk

Am I overthinking?
Now this poem is too long.

And if anyone reads it,
I hope I've done you no wrong.