And there it is again, the severence. I can feel it as plainly as if my own arm were torn asunder from my person. Doubtless that you're not to blame, most things are of my own making, although it seems that acknowledging that simple fact gets me nowhere. If I were strong enough to reach out for your hand, would you have the strength to hold my dead
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