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i'll miss you

Feral roots have ensnare me, now and from my rise. I wail in despair, clawing and kicking, yet its grip only strengthens by my echoing attempts of escape. That which stopped me from being consumed was none other than her. Albeit her remain in this cacophony prolongs compared to mine, my cries and strain only relieve under her presence.
There we were, bound to pain. At the least, we weren’t bound alone. Perpetually in the inferno which blazed us everlastingly, we stayed there, unable to exit. That in which we perceived our freedom was simply a disaster masked. That was, until a light shone. Darkness brutally caressed my senses for all in which I could recall, yet for this once, I could see beyond my circumstances. I turned around and yelled to her, to see that her roots had ripped off--she was to be freed! Within an instant, all was processed, as she ran towards the escape. However, she spun back, meeting eye contact with me.
“Go! Why must you wait?” I inquired of.
“I do not want to leave you here,” she replied, now walking back to where I was.
“Staying here will only cause you pain,” I yelled, as she suddenly swung. 
Attempting to pulverize my binds, she lashed in an endeavor to save me. I writhed in pain, my mind throbbing. Despite her positive intentions, my fate was sealed; I was to remain here. Tears cascaded down my cheeks--it was too late for me. At her feet, tangles emerged, as if to consume her. If she were to not leave, we would ultimately be within this perdition.
	“All in which you achieve by staying here is not hurting me only, but yourself as well!”
“But I don’t want to leave you,” she howled, her voice cracking.
“Tisn’t that I want you gone. Opportunity for the first time lies in front of you--to reject it for me is preposterous! I beg of you, think!”
“It’s not that I want to be here. I want to be free!”
“I want you to be free.”
“But I want to be free with you.”
Her sorrowful plea bellowed through the hollow air--and all that was within me was woe as well. Twasn't about me, though; the roots at her feet were growing to her calves, and about to entwine her knees.
“Everyone wants to be free--what lacks is the chance of freedom. May as well I be wounded for eternity, holding onto possibilities simply untrue. But you don’t have to. All achievable in this world will be done through persevering. That world I speak of is in your reach. Your time has come, as will mine. It’s time to embark.”
Silence followed. “Visit me when you’re free.”
“I will.”

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