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I have been here before.
It feels like a dream,
but here I am again.

This place has so many memories,
mostly painful ones.

Yet I carry a burden again.

My body is scarred from the
newly added wounds I possess.

My skin burned,
scorched from my previous exodus.

It seems like this place,
once desolate,
has become heavenly.

It was doing just fine without me.
Now here I am again,
feeling if I stay,
I could destroy it once more.

But at this moment, I am at peace.
This is still my sanctuary