Fiction

Mostly Untrue

I was a happy baby
I was a loved child
I was a perfect teenager
I did all the right things
I went nowhere.
I stayed married
I never ran away
I lived in one house
I worked one job
I travelled nowhere.
I found the answers
I never cried
I went to England
I feel it all
I am going nowhere.

Hint to the one thing: I am an empath.

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