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I didn't choose this. I didn't choose these crushing walls around me. These walls that "protect" me are just another source of my pain. I stand at the doorway and watch as a lifer is swept away. I hear a crack; My heart it throbs. I didn't choose to be this way. My ideas, my worth, forgotten. My skin defines my future. Keep your eyes down, don't speak up, Don't seek pity and NEVER disobey the law. I didn't choose this country. Bombs and gunfire fill the sky as kids scream. We huddle in a building, praying. Not knowing if we will get clean food for tomorrow. I didn't choose that night. The night that he touched me. I tried to escape, but he hurt me instead. The bruises and the scars ache as I remember. The pain, the aggression, have forever tainted me. I didn't choose this world. The pollution, the divide. A masterpiece burned, scarred, destroyed. Family and friends **** each other. The issues stack up until they crush us. I didn't choose this mind; Plagued by self-hate; Debating if it's worth it. Truly it must be better than this. Right? We didn't choose these things, but we can choose to break free of boundaries. You do have a choice.
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Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 7:38 PM UTC
Choices
I didn't choose this. I didn't choose these crushing walls around me. These walls that "protect" me are just another source of my pain. I stand at the doorway and watch as a lifer is swept away. I hear a crack; My heart it throbs. I didn't choose to be this way. My ideas, my worth, forgotten. My skin defines my future. Keep your eyes down, don't speak up, Don't seek pity and NEVER disobey the law. I didn't choose this country. Bombs and gunfire fill the sky as kids scream. We huddle in a building, praying. Not knowing if we will get clean food for tomorrow. I didn't choose that night. The night that he touched me. I tried to escape, but he hurt me instead. The bruises and the scars ache as I remember. The pain, the aggression, have forever tainted me. I didn't choose this world. The pollution, the divide. A masterpiece burned, scarred, destroyed. Family and friends **** each other. The issues stack up until they crush us. I didn't choose this mind; Plagued by self-hate; Debating if it's worth it. Truly it must be better than this. Right? We didn't choose these things, but we can choose to break free of boundaries. You do have a choice.
I know it's kinda cheesy at the end. Oh well
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Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 7:38 PM UTC
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