No More

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I tighten my grip on your arm
You stare at me
Unable to hold on
And wanting to let go.

I touch your hair ever so slightly
You forget that I exist sometimes
My soul yearning for your own
To intertwine and become one.

I hear you pleading
Your teeth clenching together
Eyes frantic and desperate.
"Please."

I shake my head.
I won't leave you anymore
To fall into the dark hole
Waiting to swallow you whole.

Never again.

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