This place of emptiness is odd yet welcomed
The old me is dead and gone but beckoned
I dont want to go back and i know i cant
And certain stories i refuse to recant
But this feeling is so new im terrified
And with each step theres no guide
Its just me, walking away from it all
Everything i thought defined me, gone
And whats ahead seems like happiness
Although im not sure I know what happy is
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