To get away was the idea.
You were ready.
Leave it all behind and become YOU.
You had a plan for yourself,
but the plan was corrupted and you
stay behind. The choices were put onto
you. You had to choose, but how could
you do that? Manipulation is a killer.

Were the choices ever yours to make?
Did you have any chances of doing
what YOU wanted to do? Or did you
set aside your plans, hopes, and dreams
to stay and help? Or better yet, were
you twisted into doing what they wanted?

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