Somber feelings born that twist and burn at the core,
stinging like the small cut from a thorn when flesh gets torn,
although forewarned before now certainty soars,
this wretched decision I abhor but I can't rightly ignore.
the feelings infest leaving me depressed and distressed,
why can't I foresee the glories of conquest?
but I stand and confess that my papers are pressed,
and regret that I invest in a decision i detest.
very often I ignore the art of being smart
so to play no part will scar and tear me apart,
but before you depart on this journey you embark,
know the dull beat of my heart is mourning in the dark.
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