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Follow the Path
This is the place,
Where your foot prints are.
You can follow,
The path of the scar.
It winds up slow,
Reaching past my thigh.
Cutting in deep,
No one to ask why.
Straight from my navel,
Up onto my chest.
Ripping my heart,
Right out of my breast.
The path keeps winding,
The scars just unfold.
You think they're ugly,
But it's my life they hold.
Wow, That's a pretty cool
Wow, That's a pretty cool poem. It reads quite well, and it shows that there's a story hidden inside of it, one that you'd have to dig deeply to figure it out.
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