when your compass becomes one that follows magnets
what do you trust now?
distractions.
all of it.
never trust the stars--or where they point.
never trust a compass to lead you home.
never trust a map that boasts new roads.
never trust your nose.
never trust your boots.
never trust another sad story.
never trust another broken past.
never believe in a heart like hers.
i was never good enough.
the compass was wrong.
write another year off and kindly resign.
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