Painless Goodbye
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Consistency fears me
My anxiety stalks it like prey
Hoping that it will change its mind
and come home
I found it once it was at the corner of Hope
and I'm alone
Its a crossroad that has potholes
Every stone in my shoe a reminder
The holes growing deeper with doubts
worries making it grow wider
Yet here I am
Thinking it will be okay again
Consistency still fears me because I have no home
It isn't humble or forgiving
Its hard and cold like stone
My heart has died
and I'm alone
I'm stuck somewhere between
a house and a home
No one ever told me that
Your heart is in your home
If you think back that makes sense
because our home was always cold.
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