You have a hold on my right arm and leg no longer. Yet, your grip on me is firm--firmer than I realize. I try to erase you from my memory--put you in the well within me. Yet, I look back to my own words--my sentences. You have a firm grip on my mind. You take words from my sentences. You steal the precious part of me that, so desperately, I want to--I must give.
You give me no clue as to where you are--no hint as to where to look. You give me no key to find you.
Where are you? You are hiding from me. Where are you?
I try to understand.
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