What do I write over the words of others?
When my words are just as foreign?
Because God is not fully in my heart.
I wish, I want, I plan for the glory of release like I
yearned for birth.
But the journey is the destination.
And for now I am here to be both infinite and dreamt.
A dreamer, dreaming, with no negativity to return to.
Sad but collapsing into the beauty of forever's self.
But here.
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