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Dec 2016
I am me, but not really me.
What do you mean you ask?
Well this is my body,
But in my mind there is someone else
Who's on top.

I cannot breathe with out their say
Nor can I think without their thoughts.
I am their vessel, their ship.
I am nothing but a doll that cannot live without it's owner

Go ahead and call me insane
But, the person on top
Will force me to believe that's crazy.
Xenna
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Xenna
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   Sydney Marie
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