Not My Choice

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I started to believe I had a choice. Started to believe I had a home. Started to believe that someone could care about someone as damaged as me. But I guess I'm only meant for one thing. 

An experiment.

It's who I am.

Who I will always.

But not by choice.

I have no choice. 

I let myself foolishly believe that I had a choice.

But I don't and I never will.

My Life is not my choice.

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