she's known
she's become
it's achingly painful
beautifully painted
like the sad soulful moon above
twists and turns
tunnels and hoops
the path is never linear
we all run around in circles
the way we get there does matter
those experiences shape us
and distinguish us from others
our own destinies are shaped
upon the choices we make
we all have seen
we all have known
and we all become
ourselves.
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