A pair of yellow arms crosses over one another as the hands hang limp on their wrist. Their nails are painted neon pink.

To choose

I’ve watched you over the years,

With the choices you would come to make.

And then the people around,

Who would only take.

Perhaps in some ways, you might have even had to break.

But break, my dear, break but don’t forget,

You haven’t seen the best of it all, yet.

And they will eventually, have to pay their debts.

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