Maybe I had a choice, maybe not.
Society had chosen me as its target.
They had they're image of perfect, skinny, flawless and beautiful.
I wasn't any of this so I ended it.
Society was perfect once again without me.
Maybe I had a choice to live, maybe not.
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Hey! I'm kinda new to the poetry but I write stories a lot(: forgive me if I'm horrible
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