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You were my compass. I followed you North.
I held onto you, just so I could make it.
I never made it, so I threw you away.
But you're still pointing where I want to go.
I just can't see it anymore. I can't believe it.
I don't want to go there, I want to stay where I am,
What I'm used to, where I'm used to.
It may not be the best time, but it's what I know.
How can I leave it, to become better?
What if I never reach my destination, was the journey even worth it?




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