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I feel like 

I'm a slave to my body.

The shackles, 

they press into my wrists.

The noose around my neck

digs deeper in my skin.

But this lie doesn't   

have to be my master.

I don't have to kneel 

to my desires.

I can master them 

like they have mastered me.

I will regain control

of my own thoughts.

I must, before 

it completely consumes me.