Soul without a Home
this body is mine but I do not own it
for if i did it would be safe
this body is mine
but its been touched by strangers
this body is mine
but why do I hate it?
if this body is mine then why
do I think of him when i see it
my hands that pushed him away
my lungs that struggled to catch a breath
my legs that were pinned down by
his hands that silenced my cries
this body is mine but he owns it
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