I am trapped in a life I claim is the life I have chosen for myself that I loathe, I am trapped with a group of friends I chose for myself that constantly bore me and although I do think of them as friends are not friends I would've picked for myself if this was the life I wanted, I'm trapped in a body that I wish didn't belong to me and I've given up on trying to improve it, I hate this, i hate 'living a lie', sometimes I want to die, but then I remember I can't do that, and it would be a waste of a life even if it isn't the life I want.
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I write poems mostly, but of course I try write other things to, I do diary entries occasionally. Please don't criticize me too much, I'm only 15, but constructive criticism would be great. Enjoy what I write.
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