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I feel myself slipping, like a child trying to climb a slide in socks. Down below, my old familiar surroundings. I needed to get away, so climbed this slide. And at the top, hands, grabbing me, bringing me to new heights. But now these hands of support are so distant. I cannot remain here in their absence. And so, my steady, sure descent begins. I spiral down this twisted slide, as my feet frantically protest, begging for any grip at all. My hands cling to these molded sides, but they alone cannot support me. I need those who helped me at the top. I need you so desperately. I cannot return to where I was, for I am no longer the same. I am a skittish colt in a field of of wolves. These wolves were once my friend, as we frolicked together through this tall grass. But now I am can see over the grass; and now these wolves no longer wish to play. I am spiraling down,
helpless.
helpless.