“I remember asking to be helped, to be set free – and got disrupted, spaces propelled from my body into another parallel unuverse.
I keep trying to call them back to me, but they are stuck – and trying to keep going forward brings pain and gasping without their being retrieved.
Tensing, I can’t help but keep cycling between attempting to rest and renewed struggling.
Am I supposed to just lean back and let arms wrap around me from where my pieces have gone to?
If I cannot call them back, maybe they will claim me – and pull me into where they’ve been propelled to.
Maybe there could be a better life for me.
I keep feeling something, somewhere calling…”
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