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Sunday, May 22, 2011

Property

I am not your property.
I am not a prize to be won or a
commodity to bought.

You do not own me.
You can not tell me how to
live, eat, sleep or think.

I am your daughter, Father.
I am not your property or a
prize to be won.

But now I am grown.
I will do things my way and
never be your property again.

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