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Sep 2018
I'm beginning to feel like my life isn’t my own.
I’ve become a slave to my body
my body controls me
my body has taken away my identity.

I am a lost cause.
I am a creature of buried hopes
and am filled to the brim with sour anxiety
I am a collection of bones that follow the master inside of
my body.
Antionicia
Written by
Antionicia  18/F/Mesa
(18/F/Mesa)   
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   Dennis Willis
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