Caught in the middle of time.

Life was turning into a sick mime.

Not just hooked in the middle of left and right,

She was trapped between tangles of choices against her might.

It was too overwhelming, but there was no turning back.

One wrong step, and everything comes crashing down.

One right step, and the tangles multiply by ten folds.

Stay in the middle, and the burdens become too heavy to bear.

She had reached a crossroad, and needed to act, not only based on logic.

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