I came to the Woods to see through the trees, to see through me,to be the way I wanted to be.
I went up a Mountain to see down below, to conquer my lows, to see a way I could not see.
I went travelled into the cave, to try and be brave, to accept what I was could not be.
I dove into the ocean to realise the deep, to take that leap to find a way to get past me.
I looked to the sky, to see up high, to see through the lie that was me.
I spied on the stars to see past the past, to find out at last what I will be.
I returned home to you to find it was true, that despite all I knew,
You didn't want me.
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