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    Can you not see the same things as I?
    My hands lay limp-, dripping slowly,
    Crimson ink staining all that I hold tight.
    For no more reasons would I consider letting you go-,
    Never to risk staining you with my embrace.
    Yet only I weep among the people in this dark room,
    Staring in disbelief at the wandering faces around me.
    Only in their eyes, could I finally see-, all of us-,
    Alone without arms to hold us up-,
    Inching onward to a place we call home.
    Even knowing this,
    I drag my torn body along the tiles-,
    Slowly streaking it in what dreams pour out of me-,
    Making my way out of the crowd.
    Not one man made way for me-, wounded as I was.
    Instead-, I reached desperately, breathless,
    No concern for anything but my love who lies peacefully in tow.
    With exhaustion I begged God to help me-,
    Pleading with every waning thought
    To save no one but my self.
    And then-, silence.
    I fell limp, to the solid ground upon which I crawled-,
    A river unlike any I’ve ever known-, pouring from my eyes,
    As I came to understand what I had done.
    In mere moments, my father was standing before me-,
    Staring with such emotion-,
    Asking how I managed to make it thus far.
    It was with my heart tearing at my lungs, I spoke.
    “Because I am me.”
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