I choose to leave
Than being yelled stupid
I choose to stop
Than being humiliated
There is world out there
Where I become Alice
Only it isn't nice
Instead it is malice
I try patiently to fit in
But I finally drift out
Hanging around the odd air
I gradually dropp out myself
Decide then regret
Better than do nothing
Leaving or staying
Proving I'm not weakling
Then what? ? ? ?
Just....a decision
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