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I am holding a
rope
out to you.
Hold on,
I beg of
you.
You are slowly
starting
to let go
and slip
away,
but I keep
holding
on.
I would
hold
onto this
rope
forever if it
meant I could
keep
you with
me.
I see
your
hands
slowly unclench
the rope.
I am crying,
screaming,
begging you to
hold on
for just a few
more moments.
You let go anyway.
The other half
of my
soul is
gone.
All because you did not want
to keep
holding on.

You let go.

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