What Might, If, For Example, In A Metaphoric Statement, I Chose the Secluded Path?

A grim totem as a reminder;

Of the days I left you all alone

The callousness is my reminder,

Crawling, going through life all alone.

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I stumbled to find my mistakes;

They were costly altogether

Slipping the joint is all it takes,

You’ve fallen, and now I found her.

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All those memories still linger;

A painful seclusion of an epitome

The curse of a comical punisher,

A choice; a place made unlike home.

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T’was a journey trough hell;

I fear I couldn’t get myself together

Consciousness couldn’t ring a bell,

Kicking the bucket is the obvious barter.