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Reviews Requested- Contains upsetting material - Poem thing I wrote with no title
Time to choose who to be:
To be clad in lace, to feel out of place
Or
Become me... though I can’t guarantee
You’ll like who I am but then still I’d be a sham,
Worse, that may not be the issue
What if death is all I wish to pursue?
How morbid,
To be so uncontent with any life I could have.
I can not lie, though I try,
Thoughts come by more than twice a day
And despite what others say
Nothing seems more perfect.
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