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.)