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There are times,
moments when I feel like I've failed him. For years I have tossed a line, a buoy bobbing in the family waves for him to hold onto. And just when I've gently pulled, he tossed the buoy away. Lost in the current, I've called. I've cried for him to hang on. But my voice was merely a hushed whisper in his riptide mind of crowded thoughts as I watched him go under the wakes. This is what I cannot take. A lifeline perceived as floss. Set adrift, useless and lost.
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AuthorMolly Roland is a writer by nature, and she enjoys stepping over the invisible lines society loves to draw. Archives
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