it's gone.nnhow many times will it take me nthis gut-wrench of despair?ntell me how can i stop me from breaking?npulled by the heels once againnni'm scared that i might speak the wrong words,nsaying 'home' when i mean 'fear'.ni have found everything that i need here,nnow i'm pulled away again.ni don't fucking need this.nntracing these well worn steps away nfrom the places i feel safe,nfrom the people that i love, nand holding back the welling over nfrom cloudy day to rain, nis the hardest thing to do.nnbut i know we'll dance these steps again.