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Apr 2014
Where is my home
when your arms are closed?
Where will I go
if your love no longer flows?

I would vanish
into the nothing that fills the air
I would perish
as if I were never even there
Its that feeling where you are no longer your own, rather you are under the control of someone else. You are completely vulnerable to their being, and you cannot control it.
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   Heather Methot
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