The wisest choice.
The one that's hard to make and hard to live with.
I don't know whether the regrets are worse than the what ifs
I just know that what I feel I never want to feel again.
I have to find a way out
so sick of living scared.
Mademoiselle Juliettè,
I'm not the girl that I intend to be.
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