I knew a girl like you, once.
She destroyed herself
by putting others first,
always.
She had a second chance,
and destroyed others
but putting herself first,
always.
There’s got to be a medium -
maybe not happy, always,
but there.
Some safer road to walk.
I think we’re different;
I walk the streets
Saturday nights
handing out cash
to the homeless
who tell good stories.
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