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I choose my death

By suicide

And while I live

I choose to hide

I choose not to dream

Although it seems

I soar to the sky

In dreams with wings

I choose to win

I choose to lose

I choose my friends

But not to choose

I have chosen

Not all I choose

But to be chosen

I do refuse

I fear not the choice

But the consequence

I often fear

Cuz it never makes sense