Everything we make has a price,
Every moment's decision a sacrifice.
A poet is never a suitable friend.
The writing brings star-eyed beginnings
dark ends.
Muses do not like it when you make your
business public.
They can read and they can think, and
maybe not what you think of it.
I have elevated my discourse.
I have risen through the ranks,
But who have I stepped over?
How did I really get here?
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