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Crossroads: Lost in her world

To live or let life leave? Mmmh could it be the same as to live or let life die
The pains of emotions and thoughts of others either drive us mad or drive us to our goals
So from when I listened to her she spoke in parables it was like I could visualise her soul
Her mind was made up but thrown into doubt but her consciousness towards love.
To feel nothing and lay with death
To feel something and fall in love
Or go back to the moments when she started with her fear of public display of affection or her emotions
Now I'm lost in her mind as her thoughts set 4 paths for me creating an intersection
Who would I play ? The murderer ? I'd hurt her eventually or intentionally. I'd be the death of it all . The death she craved for .
Should I be the lover? The one who she gets to share it all with her .
The one who  isn't scared of something. dancing in public, being rejected, doing the wrong thing at a critical moment.
The one who she loves and cares about, the one who sees the pride, pride in her at every moment.
Or should I play God and judge her like everyone else . Hide my opinion in the company of Wolves and watch her bring out the confidence in her self
The last part to play in this myth of a love circle is be all of them at once. Can I make her fall in love with me ? Be death, love and the wolf. In death I'd be her peace of mind . In love I'd be her comfort zone and as a wolf I'd bring out the confidence in her .
What she needs to survive in the company of fools.
Hoping she doesn't turn prey to other company of Wolves.
A fragile mind with a thick skin, a fragile heart with enclosed ribs
Now I'm lost in my own thoughts . Sigh ! Where did it all begin ?

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