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I still feel like an impostor


not in that I’m hiding or faking

my presence,

but in that I have trouble

finding a sense of belong

wherever I am.

Really, moreso in that

the need to belong

hurts intensely more

than the truth of

the knowledge

that I don’t.


23 March 2019


Curating Personal Year 9. Wife and mom of 3. Writer. Zentrovert. Aspiring Engineer. Resident Badass.

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