I have spent pages trying to free them
so they could survive without me.
I have sent them soaring from my heart like paper gulls.
These words bluntly retreat and cling to the pages.
Dependent on my every tormenting thought,
they need me as I once needed them.
They are my children, my teachers.
I try hard to forget why I started,
but I will always remember why I ended.
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