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A lighthouse used to shine the way, and give direction where none did exist,
but who would have thought that my guidance for so long, would end up my plot twist.
Looked out far on top of the cliff, hoping to be steered to security, but no beacon remained, for we are not the same,and not a light of yours is visible to me.
In you I trusted, to help me lead my heart,out of the fog and onto the shore,
but the light has been extinguished, my leadership is shaky,and now independence is the cure.
A lighthouse once stood over that hill, with our names engraved in stone,
I am lost in the fog, no shelter or refuge, when I lost the closest feeling to being home.