It's not about commitment but perfection. I am terrified of making the wrong choice—or not making the right one. It must be perfect, it must be all or nothing, it must be right and never wrong. But doesn't life necessitate as much wrong as there is right? Should I give up and stand alone? Will that be lonely, or freeing? Will I regret choosing myself over others, for striving for perfection?
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
