dilemma

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Here is a story Left often untold. Of a young lad and his lass,  Unusual to both new and old. The words are aflight And the plot is afoot -- There! Do you see him? Dirty, covered in soot,
I am doomed By my conviction.Or is it just my assumption?I am sad.But I know I ain't depressed,I just don't feel happyOr any reasons toHave been delighted.I am that cloud
What is itWhen you can't decideWhat you like,What you dislike,What is there inside you,What you want,What you need,What you see,What you feel,Or, what you are?
While my heart does bleed For new life never born My mind does heed The pain of a mother torn The decision to forestall Life's seed to full bloom Is a powerful anguish of hellish gloom
What mind enlightened of God Could reconcile a forsaken entrustment... To guardian the yet unborn? What eye that sees by Light Could blind itself this darkest deed?
I went to the fair Hoping to make a find. Then I spotted a stand. It was one of a kind.   All kinds of good pies Were setting right there. Could I choose from them all?
The words on the signs and the threat of the whites are what keep us out. Stuck in a dilemma: do we keep our heads down and go on with our unfair lives accepting what is reality,
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