• wildwoodflowersdance 5w

    Notes on an imposter

    You don’t belong in my body, you vile infection. You’d have me believe I’m not capable. Let me tell you where this heart leads to. Caves that turn into winding roads that turn into a pot of gold on the other side. Except the gold isn’t the journey. The journey is the treasure. You have no part in my journey.

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