You Always Have A Choice
<p>What shall you do when you are told there is nothing you can do?</p>
<p>The last of these troublesome thoughts has yet to perish,</p>
<p>It is the souls of destructed youth they relish telling most.</p>
<p>“Ye shall never amount to more than discarded crusts of toast, It is a question of geography, the place you were born all the things that you have known and sworn to be true”.</p>
<p>These are the very things that they should now like to throw back at you.</p>
<p>Yet despite these things the bird still sings for ye are the imperial kings of your words,</p>
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