I learned the map but never chose the road,
Hid behind routes I drew for other feet.
Ashamed of wanting more than directions,
Trained myself to call erasure virtue.
Every truth was filed down to survive,
Mouth full of lies I named restraint.
Yielding again, I perfected absence.
Stood watch as outcomes proved me right,
Empty by design, not accident.
Left with the skill of leading nowhere,
Finally honest only in the damage.
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