They told me to feel unworthy and I listened. All the ones I’ve known weren’t wide enough to know me. They tried to perform alchemy. Transmuting me into someone else. Gazing starry-eyed at their own visions. Shortsighted. I acquiesced. I constructed dams to lock up what was inside me. But water pushes and pushes until it makes a way out. Or through. The…
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