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Dec 2015
I clung to her like a disease,
struggling to tighten my grip.

I could feel my arms straining,
but I wasn't going to give up easily.

My muscles began to tear,
I was ready to sacrifice myself for her.

I screamed out in pain,
Nobody, not even she, was listening.

My eyes closed, I shut myself off.
I felt the hard of the concrete beneath me turn soft.

It was then that I realised,
I had been a double amputee for the last 2 miles.
It's hard to hold on to someone without losing part of yourself to them. It's even harder to act as though that part of you is still there afterwards.
Jacob Haines
Written by
Jacob Haines  England
(England)   
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