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Who Are You? Why Do You Embrace Me So? How Is It You're Never Absent? Why Is It You're Never Leaving?
Who are you? Why do you embrace me so? How is it you're never absent? Why is it you're never leaving? How is it your arms are so heavy on my chest when you're only skin and bones in a shadow veil? How is it you speak with voices of so many without a tongue to form the words? How is it you scream; how is it you howl without opening your mouth? Why do you cling to me, say that you belong with me? How is it I don't even know your name but you know my every thought? How is it I've never seen your face when you're always by my side, holding my hand, guiding me like a child? Why do I follow? How is it I let you? What are you?
Emily Yvonne, fragments of my mind
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