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Not The Prisoner
by: Bec

Asphyxiated by a chemical reaction of emotions,
The bitter taste of bile is a memory, in the blurred wonderment of my being.

And I am not the prisoner,
I am not the victim.
I am not the indifferent invisionment of impotent emotion.
And I am slave to no force.
I am destined to no foreseen fate.

I am a mind of intelligence and strength,
of the incredible survivor kind.
I yield to no iron bars,
I am not the prisoner.
I am not deluded to the purity that perfection promises.
I am aware of the total anonymity that anorexia awakens.

I am not the prisoner,
I set my own boundaries,
therefore I am limited by nothing.
I AM INFLUENCED BY NO ILLOGICAL SOURCE.

I am beautiful,
I am alive,
I am God own work.
And I am not the prisoner.


Please do not let this kill you, you can find the strength you never thought possible!

©2002 Bec. Reprinted with Permission.

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