the friend we lose touch with
the one we never felt we'd lose touch with
the house we don't buy
the one we think is "the one" while we're looking at it
the adult thing we hear ourselves saying
the thing we swore we'd never say
life is a novel with an ending we'll never predict
but we won't stop from guessing
we choose our own adventures
and our own adventures choose us
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