#2363

No more will I second-guess the person
I was destined to become.

I will not demand coordinates,
arrows pointing her in the direction
of what others think is best.
It is my limbs that stumble their way back to composure
when others try to break my bones.

If I am to make mistakes,
they will be made without intervention.

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