For twenty-six years, we had a good run;
I thought we were perfect, that she was the one.
But I brought to adulthood the traumas of youth;
I needed to heal, but hid from that truth.
So I had to hit bottom to ever be free;
Only by losing could I ever find me.
Divorce cut me deep — that much is true;
But suffering the pain, I finally grew.
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