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On one side, she thought of drugs, sex, and women. She'd embrace the ideal of equality and freedom. She was a rebel advocating human rights. Flashing her boobs to a crowd of men. Making out with girls in front of others. Hiding in a bathroom to snort a line of coke. She wanted to make a statement. 

But, she was confined to the morals she was raised with.

She'd speak up against gay rights. Drugs frightened her. Still a virgin. Never been kissed. Many admired her for her purity, her collected manner. No one asked what she had always wanted to hear: "What do you want to do with your life?" 

Up until her death, she remained the same. 

She was perfect.

And she never got to say: "I want to be imperfect."