Mine, All Mine

Just once I would like something to be mine.

My parents bought me things I needed - a desk, a stereo, carpeting, a dorm room fridge - but claimed that these things belonged to them and they were merely lending them to me.

I've rented apartments since 1997.

I crash on couches.

I lease my car.

I borrow DVDs from the library.

I've borrowed someone else's family.

I always seem to be borrowing someone else's man.

When will something - anything - be mine?

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