Tell me who you were before they told you who you were supposed to be.
Tell me where you went when they told you to stop looking at the stars and hide from the moon.
Tell me what you sang before they made you sing a melody that wasn't yours.
Tell me why you believed their lies over your own truth.
And tell me.
Tell me how you loved when you were still whole.
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The Writer and Her Daydreams
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where dreams transform into something real.
