Lose



   I can't clear my thoughts here -- can't let go of the sound of his voice -- coming into my head -- echoing, beating, ringing and pounding. Stop! Let me go. Let me leave this place and go back to that room with the tree in the corner. Let me get out and get lost in the city and the cars and the noise and the other people getting lost.

 

 

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