It's your choice life or death,
To be silent or to scream.
What do you want?
What do you choose?
I never thought I cared for you until now,
Never thought I did 'cause you were never there.
But it seems that death has taken its toll on me,
Now I want to make up for those lost hours.
I'm still angry at you for what you've done,
To me, to my family,
But it's your choice to prove your guilt,
Your love.
So don't waste the hours of today,
Just choose.
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Well expressed, your writing has the feeling of a true poets soul, keep expressing