It's good to be back.
Where have I been?
My heart is pure again,
from dark to pale ivory.
I no longer have to wait.
There's no such thing as perfect,
but this feels so right.
Thank you,
whoever you may be.
Are you God?
Are you an angel?
Are you fate?
Thank you for stopping me.
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