Places You Have To Go, III

There are places you have to go,
places inside yourself
you will not recognize.
The drumbeat in your heart
will beat against the rhythm it once knew;
you won’t know the right pattern,
the right pulse,
and soon there will be
pieces of yourself
you will not recognize.

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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