I chose to choke the fate
I completed my poem,
and my death was declared
by my own ink,
by my own hands
that was made for my survival.
I, the undeserving creature
sat there to create the catastrophe
as life felt too unbearable,
all my bones were crushed cruelly
every time when I try to stand up,
but then I chose to delay the burial
I chose to discover light
instead of being blinded by darkness,
I chose to choke the fate
instead of being choked by it.
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