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I am my own contradiction battling the winds whistling from the north and shattering from the south. My eyes spit between worlds Unknown to my feet. ( they’re lost without me) for I can see vivid recollections of a life I’ve never known and blink back into reality My mind is what keeps me at ease, and it rumbles through to my knees (haulting uncontrollable urges. of fear quivering these bones) But without it I wouldn’t be. I wouldn’t be me I am a powerful thing. Mystical abilities to change perspectives. Not yours of mine, but ours of the world. I can be anything I’d like without the worry of mass in-appeal. I am powerful- because I make that choice.-