I could have chosen to not die.
I could have taken one last chance at life.
Would it make it any different?
The things we did to the other, could we ever undo them?
The pieces we left behind every time we broke, could we ever hold them back together and still make sense?
The wars we waged in the name of love, could we ever forgive the scars we left behind?
The being we grew out of, could we ever live it all over again?
I could have lived one last time.
I could have walked out on death this one time.
Would it be any different?
Years later from this day
I'd be writing yet another beginning
I'd be living one more time hoping this time would be different...
I could have taken one last chance at life.
Would it make it any different?
The things we did to the other, could we ever undo them?
The pieces we left behind every time we broke, could we ever hold them back together and still make sense?
The wars we waged in the name of love, could we ever forgive the scars we left behind?
The being we grew out of, could we ever live it all over again?
I could have lived one last time.
I could have walked out on death this one time.
Would it be any different?
Years later from this day
I'd be writing yet another beginning
I'd be living one more time hoping this time would be different...
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