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lisamclean

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

2 poems·Since April 2016
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The Path

April 5, 2016
<p>I could walk until my feet bleed 
but that would divert my attention 
from the stars that stare at me 
and the tar that wants me to stick
just so it feels known for one whole second. 
 
I could walk until my feet bleed 
but that would mean bleeding on 
a path that promises to save me 
and I don&#39;t want to tarnish the hope 
of something that could save me from this. 
 
I could walk until my feet bleed 
but that would deny the taxi driver 
a fuckload of money 
tearing cash from my emptying pockets 
emptied on love and taste. 
 
I could walk until my feet bleed 
but I don&#39;t fucking have to.</p>
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