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I am yours
You bind me in thick, heavy garments hiding my true self from the world living in a masquerade where I have no role to you there is no true self for me I'm not an individual I'm a thing, a possession I am yours as are my thoughts and my words my life's purpose is to serve you my husband for I am yours I bore you children to keep your bloodline but I have no other worth They should have killed me as they did my sisters but now I am yours what do you want me to do now?
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