I Didn't Choose..
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This poem is a one-shot rewrite of a poem I had written for my creative writing class. It's based off a prompt asking me to write a poem from an antagonist's point of view, in an attempt to help the reader feel sympathy for him/her. I'm not sure if I'll continue to re write this piece in different ways, but if I do each rewrite will be a new part. The First part is the original, the second is the rewrite.
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