I cleaned house, so I can be home.

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I left for months.

The light was on, but no one was home.

My spirits vacates when it can no longer sit pretty and watch me live out of alignment. 

It's a fuck you to my highest self when I hear, but choose not to listen. 

But I came back.

There was a lot of cobwebs, old stuff to throw out, and stories that no longer rang true.

It's vital to trash what you no longer have room for. 

I cleared space in my heart & mind.

Some people got left behind.

I speak now with full range; sweetly & strongly. 

I cleaned house, so I can be home.

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