the path at your feet
has grown harder and steeper each week
since the days when you couldn't believe
your luck
- you know? turns out you were right. Your luck
was lying, between its teeth
everyday. So was she.
oh fuck
I guess you'd have done better yet
to side with your better judgment against
all appearances, but at least you've been blessed
with the wisdom to see
where it is that you're going:
wrong.
but you keep
going.
anyway.
anyway.
anyway.
anyway you can, you keep
going
anyway.
anyway.
anyway,
keep
any way you can
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