Choice
I needed it like I needed air.
Bit no one could hear me.
No one could listen.
No words. No sound.
No voice.
I couldn't even dream myself away.
Choices were made.
None of them mine.
At first I wondered if it was hell.
And then I knew it was.

Auteur: Mary E. Pearson

Choice<br />I needed it like I needed air.<br />Bit no one could hear me. <br />No one could listen. <br />No words. No sound.<br />No voice.<br />I couldn't even dream myself away.<br />Choices were made.<br />None of them mine.<br />At first I wondered if it was hell.<br />And then I knew it was. - Mary E. Pearson

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