Why can’t I go?
If my friend is telling the truth, then there is an enchanted place.
Somewhere, out there.
But,
If she’s lying,
Then my heart is broken,
And my soul is stolen,
And I will live forever insane.
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(Pulled from one of my writing journals during my teen years. As is the photo, which can be found on my DeviantArt, The purple girl.)
