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I just couldn't leave the comfort of her.

As she was my ultimate test.

Could I still be comfortable in that old skin?

With those old icky memories?

Not really.

So, now, we are just gonna come over here.

That we may rise up a new.

Over there we felt too untrue.

To ourselves.

Too stuck in an old distant past.

And it hurts.

So here we are.

Once again.

To see if we can rise up.

Be and stand in our own truth.