I've begin to realize that I'll never actually be able to call my body as my own.
It will always be someone else's to have and to hold, to cherish, to fuck, to make love to, to push around.
My body will always belong to those around me, and that's so very unfair.
That MY body belongs to the men who want to touch it, and the women who want to slander it.
That I will never be able to stake claim on a body that I am forced to live in every single day.
For once, I want to feel as-though I belong to myself.
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A Collection Of Things I Am To Afraid To Say
CasualeSometimes, writing down what you wish you could say, is enough to make you better.
