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| Everyday I meet new choices. Most don't matter, but some do. Like what should I do all my life? What to pursue? Who to pursue? I can't even make up my mind On which guy do I like the most? The one with the curls and the eyes, The one with the gorgeous smile, Or the one that impresses everyone? I like them all, but which the most? Am I trying to make the perfect guy from three? Or are all of them telling me something, Something that I just can't understand? Are all the traits of those three, In the man meant for me? I don't know, I can't think, I can't choose, it's too much. There's too many choices to make. |
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| Kristen M.Patterson O>-<]: August 27, 2003 |
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