The Path less taken
the path of self control
There is a path that is worn, yet still stable to travel. Choices veer you in different directions and it is up to you to keep in control. Life is made up by unspoken expectations, being real is a lie. Make your own choice and take that ride. To be wanted is to live, to be desired is to be alive. Set the path, take that bump, no one said it was a smooth ride. It is not about living once, But it is about once living. Make mistakes and kiss with passion, live for you or don’t live at all.
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devil racer
Writing poetry for 20 + yrs. My work is very dark, I have my own views and express them insanely deep with my poetry.
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