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Jun 2019
My body has no axis
so it spins as it wants,
my body has no line
on which to stand,
or on which to hang.
I create with my own hands,
my mind is my own,
I am my own woman,
and this life is only mine.
I've cut off the strings,
that unjustly bind,
I create my own blessings.
I may ask God for forgiveness,
but for any more sin
I will no longer atone.
I create my own ending.
I am my own person, I am my own story.
© ghivashel.
Written by
aimee  22/F/texas
(22/F/texas)   
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