My Choice

When I choose to die, I will touch the sky
and breathe the trees and live the grass and feel the rivers voice in me

When I choose to die, I will not live a lie
or silent treat my wounds
or suffer their distress;
I finally will be free

I do not choose to die today, but still the choice is there.
And the fact that I can choose is that which keeps me here.



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