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A state of confusion has taken hold.

Wrapping itself around me

Until I feel depressed and cold.



In my bed at night in the dark

Is what ignites the spark.

A spark for debate

Which I love, yet I hate.



I love the fact

That people like me.

That in my presence

Is where they want to be.



Still I hate the fact

That I have to choose.

For if I pick the wrong one

Then I lose.



Tall and skinny

Or short and thick

Of one of these

I have to pick.



This conflict kills me.

It's tearing me apart.

Maybe I'll just let it go

And follow my heart.



That's the best way to go

Because my heart will show

The best choice for me

To make me happy.



May my beating heart

Choose the best .

Then it's up to me

To do the rest.