I Wandered & Now I Am Lost

Once upon a time there was a young girl. She went by many names and knew that names don't really matter. She wandered. Some thought her lost, but she didn't want to be forgotten, only hidden. She tried her best to stick to the shadows; her many names hiding her from the world. And then one day, she stopped to rest. The ground opened beneath her and she fell.

For a time she wandered, a partner by her side. She fell into a rhythm and forgot that she was lost. She sprouted roots and made a home. It was a happy home. Until she remembered.

I hid in the trees so you wouldn't find me. I did my best to tell the truth without revealing the details. Now, I am lost and I need you to find me. I need you to throw me some rope so I can find a lifeline again. I need you to anchor me to the world again.

Find me.

Help me.

Please.


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