2.5-2.11: One

This beautiful, perfect life
Birthed me to two
Only to see that quickly grow
To too many to choose.

But choose I did,
And I chose you.
Back to one
Instead of two.

One lasted long enough—
Lights stayed on.
Quickly passing by
Was my beautiful, perfect one.

Now, back to zero
From eight thousand ten.
Birth back to zero.
Only alone in the end.

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