when it comes to love,
the answer would be yes.
when it comes to uncertainty,
no.
perhaps we're all this way.
defining our morality
as we go.
justifying guilt
and taking
the low road.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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