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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.
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Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 2:40 PM UTC
Mine.
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.
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22/F/texas
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 2:40 PM UTC
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