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Some Kind of Introduction... I Am I

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I AM I…
I have no memory of giving my consent to be placed upon this Earth.
Believe what you want. And so will I.
I belong to no Man, I belong to no Gods, I alone own my body, my mind, my soul, my energy, my heart, my thoughts. Where I go, what I do, is my decision alone. I’ve had enough of others telling me certain things are NOT my choice alone. I do not accept that, and no longer wish to hear their opinions of what selfishness certain actions are when NO ONE owns my life but ME! I don’t want anyone’s opinion of what I choose to do with my own destiny or even what I think about inside my own mind and heart.
I need no lectures or opinions or condemnations. Choke on your words, I have no need of them.
I am not anyone’s property.
I am I.
In all it’s Complexity, and all it’s Simplicity.
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