Was it really your choice?
To live in a world that only makes you angry and sad, to be drowned in your and your comrades' silent rage, until it's not silent anymore.
Was it really your choice, when your limbs started moving, fighting, your legs started kicking, your hands started clawing?
Was it really your choice to survive, after being made to understand that if you stop, you're not who you are anymore?
Was it really your choice to not die?
Isn't that what's going to happen, if you stop making that choice?
Does the water choose to boil, or is it the fire we kindle beneath it?
Tell me,
Was it really your choice?
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